For Readers & Dreamers Only!

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to write.  For almost as long, I’ve wanted to live in Colorado.  I think the stewardesses have grown accustomed to my tears when I land every year for my annual visit.  I am on the cusp of a major life change.  Moving to Colorado, and wait for it…writing. You might say I’ve been born again…and I’ll be in my 51st year!

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2014 was a pinnacle year for me in decision-making and forward movement towards my own dreams and goals.  Realizing that there is nothing wrong with wanting better for myself by doing what it is I actually love to do.  Realizing that I have every “write” to be who I am without apologizing for it. Who am I and what is important to me?

It’s important to do what feels right for me to the very core of who I am.  It’s important to be rewarded for a job well done.  It’s important to be celebrated for wanting more for myself, while holding the integrity of promises made to others.  It’s really important to me to feel that these things are also important to all of those who my decisions affect.

There is so much “stuff” going on in the world, we’ve truly forgotten to stop and smell the roses.  I want to seek out the beauty, and then express it with words in a way that either moves the reader to tears or moves them to go find it themselves.  I want others to “feel” some of the incredible things I’ve felt.  So stay tuned…I’ve only just begun.

So “I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane”, for “Starwood in Aspen”, so I can feel that “Sunshine on my Shoulders”, because I’d “Rather be in Colorado”.  So “Take Me Home, Country Roads, to the place I belong…”

P.S.  lyrics for “Rocky Mountain High” by John Denver

“He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he’d never been before.
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again,
you might say he found a key for every door.
When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away on the road and hanging by a song.
But the strings already broken and he doesn’t really care,
it keeps changing fast, and it don’t last for long.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
he saw everything as far as you can see.
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun,
and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.
Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes.
His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand
the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear,
of a simple thing he can not comprehend.
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more,
more people, more scars upon the land.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
I know he’d be a poor man if he never saw an eagle fly,
Rocky Mountain high, the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.”

11 Replies to “For Readers & Dreamers Only!”

  1. Hey! We’re the same age! I turn 51 March 12th. This entire posts strikes so many chords with me, I could be a guitar. ;-). And I love your wordplay with the word “write.” You definitely have the write idea in your mindset. You’re gonna go places! And not just Colorado!
    Stephanie

    1. haha…well, truth be told I’ll be 51 when I move to Colorado…turn the big 49 in April…ugh…so much to do, so little time…thanks for your comment

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