Settling into Hope and Joy

home sweet home pic

My family’s move from Pennsylvania to Colorado two weeks ago was both exhausting and stressful, but also anticipation of what lie ahead for us.

When we reached our new home, we entered it, excited to see how much the video my husband had taken of the place looked compared to seeing it in person.

It was even better in person.

And the unpacking started right away. And it continues still as I write this.

Thankfully, we finally got our internet hooked up, and I can catch up on news stories, people’s comments on social media, and blog posts.

Also, it gives me the opportunity to write a post myself. I feel as it it’s been many months since I’ve written anything here, but in reality, it hasn’t been that long.

I’m enjoying the beautiful Colorado sunshine, blue skies, and gorgeous landscape. The Rocky Mountains never get old for me or my husband.

autumn in colorado

I don’t know about you, but for me, this is home, full of life, love, joy, and lots of sunshine. The 300+ days of sunshine (counting partly sunny) always lift my spirits.

Just a little while ago, I opened up my novel, Passage of Promise,  in Word, and read the first chapter and the beginning of chapter two.

Last time I read it a couple of months ago, I felt I needed to fix it up one more time before sending it to my editor. This time, I thought, “Wow. This is pretty good.” I’m glad the hard work I put into this story for the past four years has blossomed to what it is today.

Hopefully, I’ll be sending my manuscript to my editor soon–when she can fit my novel into her schedule.

I’ve entered the online critiquing group site and browsed the stories posted. A few of my regular critique partners still have their chapters up for review and coming up in the next week to two weeks.

It takes a bit to readjust my focus on looking over people’s work and putting on my editing/critiquing hat, but I’m hoping to get back into it, if not tonight, definitely tomorrow.

In between getting back into the writing and reading groove, I’m working on getting my younger son into a high school and getting involved in my home church, where my church family has been since we lived in Colorado Springs from 2007 to 2013.

There is so much to look forward to and so much to do, and that makes life great.

When you know your talent and your purpose in life (at least I think I do…took me about 30 years, haha), the path you walk toward is much easier to navigate and trek.

make your life a masterpiece quote by brian tracy

As crisp autumn continues to sweep across the rocky landscape in which I live, I think about how blessed I am and imagine my novel, Passage of Promise, published before Christmas. God willing, it’ll happen.

 

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A Place That Brings You Joy

RMNP Colorado Rockies June 2017

Have you ever been to a place, or lived in a place that brought you such joy and peace that every day you looked out your window or stepped outside your door, you smiled at the grand and scenic landscape around you?

I grew up a military dependent, so we moved around every two to four years.  I was painfully shy growing up, and it took me many months to make friends, and that friendship was enjoyed for a couple years or less, and then it was off to another place.   The moves were difficult, but I adapted.  I kept in touch with my friends over the years via actual snail mail that seems unheard of these days, but it was great fun the years my friends and I wrote each other.  I still remember the excitement I felt when I got a letter from a friend.

The pattern of my emotions in each move consisted of initial sadness when I found out we were moving, to tingling anticipation in the last few weeks before moving day, wondering what the new place would be like.

Here’s a short history of where I’ve lived up to the place I found to be my happy haven.  I was born in Maine, and from there moved to Taiwan, then Massachusetts, Virginia, Alabama, Germany, Illinois, Virginia again, and then Colorado.  All the states and Germany (which was amazing, clean, and gorgeous) pretty much had the same climate–four seasons, humid and hot in the summers, various bugs depending on the area….bigger ones down South (ugh).  So I knew no other type of climate other than hot, muggy buggy, and cold, humid in the winters. Until Colorado.

I remember when we drove into the state and I first stepped outside the car at the local Air Force Base’s gas station.  We were headed to the TLF (temporary lodging facility) until the house Dad and Mom had purchased, was ready to move in, as it was a new house in a new subdivision down in Castle Rock.  As soon as I stepped outside the vehicle, I noticed immediately the difference in the air.  It was light, thin, and fresh.  The sky was an incredible deep azure, with the sun shining so bright, it was nearly white.  Although it was mid summer, it didn’t feel as oppressive as it had in Virginia, Illinois, or Alabama.  And the first time I saw the Rocky Mountains, I caught my breath.  They dominated the western landscape, and demanded respect.  If it were at all possible in some type of sense, I fell in love with Colorado right then, and this has never dissipated.

Colorado Rockies and elk

I was blessed and lucky enough to have lived there twice.  The first time was from 1987 to 1995, and the second time was from 2007 to 2013.  Both times that I left this wonderful haven was not because I wanted to, but more because I didn’t really have a choice.  The first time was when I was in my early twenties, and my job was being phased out, and therefore, I moved south to Northern Louisiana where my parents had moved months before me, and also where my sister had been living for many years because her husband was from there.  The second time was because my husband believed he had a calling to the priesthood, and so we needed to go to Boston for him to attend the graduate school there.  But for several reasons, his degree at that time didn’t come to pass, and because our house in Colorado was being rented out, we couldn’t go back to it, and at that time, my husband wasn’t sure if he’d return to school at a later date.  Therefore, we ended up in Pennsylvania, the state in which my husband had grown up. Also, his family still resided there.

We settled in Lancaster, and struggled for the first year and half as my husband searched and applied for many jobs.  Finally, he was hired last May in 2017 at a local school district.

Lancaster is a lovely area dotted with many farms, rolling hills, and Amish buggies.

Lancaster, PA

We were fortunate to take a vacation back to Colorado in June of 2017 where we stayed at Estes Park in a beautiful, little rustic cabin and hiked the Rocky Mountain trails in Rocky Mountain National Park, and then visited our spiritual father and his family, and our parish family in Colorado Springs.  It was a great respite that truly felt euphoric.

Lancaster is charming, but we knew when we moved into our rental home here and know now that it really is a temporary place in which we have been blessed to regroup, work out personal issues, heal, and grow.

We don’t know how long we’ll be in Lancaster.  I only know that Colorado is always in my heart and in the back of my mind, and the urging to return never goes away.  My husband feels the same way, which works out well for us; no arguments or disagreements on where we want to retire.  God willing, we’ll return some time in the future to this glorious state that has me literally smiling and my heart soaring every time we drive into it and spot those majestic Rockies.

RMNP June 2017

Do you have a place that makes you happy and causes your heart to swell?

 

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