Like most everyone watching the end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it, I desperately need some peace. My head, my heart and my portfolio are a jumbled mess and if there is one thing this last trip has taught me, it's that being gone for more than a week makes me totally batshit crazy. It also made me realize that I need to try harder to develop a life in Colorado or else I need to go back to California. But, I'm not ready to give up yet.
So, I took this photo during my August road trip through Colorado, out somewhere near Pagosa Springs. A terrifically loud thunder and lightening storm had just ended, then the sun popped out across this cozy meadow and rainbows sprung up everywhere. Gins and I just kept 'oohing' and 'aaahing' and saying aloud how lucky we were to be there at that moment, to be alive and to feel so grateful.
I need to remember these moments when I am feeling so dark and confused about the future. Maybe if we can just get through this storm, there will be a rainbow. And maybe - just maybe - if we pray really, really hard, there will also be a pot of gold (with no early withdrawal penalties) guarded by a friendly, hot bartender/leprechaun and an iPod-wired, fully upholstered time machine.
Isn't this what dreams are made of?