This week we were invited to explore what it means to find our place in the world. I think yesterday’s experience pretty much sums up where the world resonates most in my heart…outside.
I’m in Wenatchee, WA the next couple of days for a conference. I drove over yesterday afternoon, arriving around 3 pm. It was a beautiful day…sunny and 73. I had already scoped out a little leg stretcher, so I quickly checked into my room and then headed into the hills above Wenatchee to the Sage Hills trail head. I had heard rumors of wildflowers and wasn’t disappointed.
Did I mention that it was an exquisitely beautiful afternoon?
This (gesturing broadly at the outdoor world in general) is where I can breath. I work in an office 40 hours a week. At a desk or in meetings. I breath in the outdoor air first thing in the morning and then not again until late afternoon. Most weekends I seek some element of outside…even if it’s just wandering around the yard with my macro lens. But, ideally, that “outside” will include a walk or a hike or a wander. My place in the world…my peace…my muse…is outside…be it on the shores of Puget Sound in Olympia or the hills above Wenatchee.