Procrastination, a far wiser opponent than I in this game of motivation. My love for writing and sharing it with friends is only surpassed by my love for play in the outdoors. But here I am, ending a climb early in Clear Creek canyon to do what I am fond of; sitting in silence, meditating on the next passage in Wild-Paths. A landscape of mountains littered with fir trees fills my view. The occasional rock out-cropping appears, tempting me again like the smell of my mom’s home cooking.
Family! That’s right. Family! Focus. Where do I begin… they are my best friends, they’re at my side when it seems like no one can be found. Their love is endless, yet blood pressure and gray hairs are on the rise like the new iPhone stock. I wonder… how can a group of people share such a common bond, love so deeply, yet scream so loudly. Uh oh I may get a phone call or 2 about this one. I first decided to write on this topic a mere hundred miles from home. Now we’ve been exploring Colorado for the past month from the high alpine of Estes Park and the Longs Peak to the red sandstone of Colorado Springs and Garden of the Gods. Little did I know, this subject would prove to be the toughest I’ve ever tried to put on paper. A lot has to do with the expectation I place upon myself for the people I love. Either way here it is: My family has been on my heart and in the forefront of my mind for sometime now. Not because of anything urgent but moreover the urge inside of me to thank them, and let them know how grateful I am of their endless support! The more I thought about them – parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, friends, dogs and even chickens [and if you know my Mom and her backyard ‘fresh eggs’ you know exactly what I’m talking about] – the more it BLEW me away. The unconditional love, the warmth I felt in my heart and the sheer generosity astounded me.
I ran across a quote not too long ago by a lady named Donna Hedges “Having a place to go is a home. Having someone to love is a family. Having both is a blessing.”
I reflected. I may as well be a reincarnated tumble weed these past couple of years, my home has looked and felt so different. So how is that significant to me, I know the people I love and the ones who love me… but home? Georgia, Yosemite, Chattanooga, Colorado, Valdosta, Utah, Blue Ridge? Which one of these places is ‘my place to go’? Finding a home is part of my passion, where my heart speaks and directions me, that calling of purpose. It changes continuously, at least in my life, but when I’ve found it – I KNOW! So home right now is on the open road. Home is the forests, the deserts, those barren lands and high peaks where I continue to discover myself and peace. Home is my Toyota 4Runner, cuddled up in the back. Home is the freedom of pursuit, waking up to decide which path I may take. Nevertheless a question still arises in my head… now, that I’ve found my home, how do I love my significant others so far away. The answer is simple. Through my choices.
When the sun is setting and the summit isn’t in sight, a secluded back road turns into a large mud hole, shower nor bath have been seen or sought out in a week, the option to continue climbing instead of placing that piece of protection or any other situation arises that sets my emotions into a status of high alert; I will, consider my family! Those good looking goofballs, some of which worry about well-being and others that would just love to see my ugly mug come Christmas time. Because in the end, I can still love them by the positive choices I make and that folks, is a BLESSING!
Joseph Hobby 9/13/14
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