Colorado

As my username suggests, I absolutely love trees. It is even hard for me to talk about it. I don’t know where to begin. They symbolize so much strength, durability, stability, and beauty. All things that I hope for but never seem to find. And yet - trees have all these qualities and more without even batting an eye (that’s kind of a pun...).

WARNING: I try to be funny but my jokes are only funny to me. That’s ok though. It makes life much more enjoyable to laugh at myself and my silly jokes. This is random but I just thought that it would be fair to give everyone a head’s up.

I grew up in Colorado. It was a little town called Castle Rock that is conveniently located 15 minutes south of Denver and 25 minutes north of Colorado Springs. It’s pretty much the perfect place, nestled quietly at the base of the mountains. I was like a girl, forrest version of Mogli. I lived outdoors and I imagined that I was raised by wolves. I was kind of crazy. The point of my story: I became obsessed with the sounds of nature. More than that though, I was in awe of the song of trees. The pines were as smooth and melodic as strings and the aspens were upbeat and so jazzy. I couldn’t get enough of it.

I will never forget moving to San Antonio. I was not very excited to leave my home and wooded creatures. My favorite sound I ever heard and can remember was hiking one day, feeling so sorry for myself, my situation, and felling so lost. I stopped at the top of a hill/boulder thing and (of course) started crying due to my great loss. I was going to miss my home so much and was so afraid. Then, I started to listen. The wind whispered through the valley and I will never forget the song. I have never been in such awe of God’s creature as I was then. I wish I could have captured the sound. It dove so deep within me that I will never forget it.

Awe! I miss the mountains so much! I can’t even talk about it... I will just get too emotional.