I was asked what brings me joy last night at dinner. The FIRST thing that came to mind was feeling the brisk morning air, seeing the dusty, warming sunlight of the Tucson morning as I feel every beat of my heart gliding my carbon fiber Merckx up Mount Lemmon. I hear the birds, smell the flowers, feel the canyon breeze on my face. It connects me. It allows me to feel God's creation. I felt this joy EVERY day this past week. What a blessing! (the image is a painting by William Hawking - a Tucson artist and a piece I own - its Pusch Ridge - back side of Catalinas with Magritte clouds).
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Living on Lemmon
I was asked what brings me joy last night at dinner. The FIRST thing that came to mind was feeling the brisk morning air, seeing the dusty, warming sunlight of the Tucson morning as I feel every beat of my heart gliding my carbon fiber Merckx up Mount Lemmon. I hear the birds, smell the flowers, feel the canyon breeze on my face. It connects me. It allows me to feel God's creation. I felt this joy EVERY day this past week. What a blessing! (the image is a painting by William Hawking - a Tucson artist and a piece I own - its Pusch Ridge - back side of Catalinas with Magritte clouds).
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