July 13, 2011
Today, our first in the wilds of Alaska, as I marveled at the glacial-clad mountains that border Turnagain Bay, as an intensely pleasant air enveloped me, and as a palette of verdant color brought tears to my eyes it dawned on me that my poor little soul was thirsting for this lush naturalness. Now I get my fair share of outdoors but the dry, hotter-than-hell of our Texas existence of late is more draining than refreshing. More like a fasting than feeding. Now my poor little Texan soul is feasting.
Not to sound too pathetic or sappy, (I hope), but my poor little soul needs this vacation. My birthday wish (tomorrow is the big day!) is that if your poor little soul needs a replenishing you can get the stuff you need somewhere/somehow this summer--be it at the beach, a hike through tall trees, gazing at falling stars--or through your own vivid imagination.
Blessings y'all, Ellen
Today, our first in the wilds of Alaska, as I marveled at the glacial-clad mountains that border Turnagain Bay, as an intensely pleasant air enveloped me, and as a palette of verdant color brought tears to my eyes it dawned on me that my poor little soul was thirsting for this lush naturalness. Now I get my fair share of outdoors but the dry, hotter-than-hell of our Texas existence of late is more draining than refreshing. More like a fasting than feeding. Now my poor little Texan soul is feasting.
Not to sound too pathetic or sappy, (I hope), but my poor little soul needs this vacation. My birthday wish (tomorrow is the big day!) is that if your poor little soul needs a replenishing you can get the stuff you need somewhere/somehow this summer--be it at the beach, a hike through tall trees, gazing at falling stars--or through your own vivid imagination.
Blessings y'all, Ellen
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