Reflecting on my physical and emotional fitness.

I've been planning to post this for some time now, but just haven't A. found the time to sit and write it how I would like to, and B. wasn't really even sure how to go about writing it. So, as I look and see my daughter sleeping ever so peacefully on the couch, and having nothing imperative on my To Do list, I feel like now is the time. Especially because I need a good reminder about some life lessons.  A while ago, we took a family hike on a mountain trail that had a playground, and as Bristol, Brady, Annie and I were all playing on the swings, Brady and I got to talking about what playground games were popular when we were younger and what we participated in. One that we both remembered playing was one where you would pump your swing as hard as you could, and then jump! Whoever jumped further than everyone else was the winner. So Mr. Competitive took the flying leap off the swing, and then challenged me to jump to where he landed, which he so proudly marked in the wood...

Take me back here, to the peace and relaxation of Rangeley, to the "stay cation" that we needed after the wedding, to clarity, to the explosion of the senses, to the only thing on the to-do list is breathing, to the place where everything just seems to go right, where time suspends itself. Take me back here where the foliage burns through the trees, creating what looks like a raging wildfire yet the air is still and crisp, where the waters can be still on the lake and rush through the rivers. Take me where there is always something exciting around every turn in the road, every turn of the leaf, under every rock, beneath the limbs and boughs of the pines, where the wildlife is still wild, and my thoughts run with them. October 2013- Rangeley, Maine