The Beauty of Colorado Never Ceases to Amaze

I know I've written about this before, but Colorado is so beautiful.  I come here often, not often enough, but I'm blown away by how scenic and beautiful it is every single time.  The mountains, the trees, the creeks and rivers provide a majestic backdrop to this picturesque state.   The term Colorful Colorado doesn't do justice to how truly magnificent it is.   

Scenic mountain backdrop

Something about this place connects with me on a deep, spiritual level.  I wonder if this is were I'm ultimately  meant to be.  I have a vision that goes back to my childhood of me living in a small town, surrounded by mountains, unloading boxes of fruits and vegetables from a Jeep.   Like many things from childhood, this vision is often long forgotten.  But when I'm in Colorado, it comes to the forefront of my mind.   Maybe it's a memory from a previous life, if you believe in these types of things.  Or maybe it is truly a vision of where I'm meant to be.  

For a kid that grew up in beach towns and lived near the beach most of my life, I'd expect to feel at home near the ocean or at least a body of water.   But I'm frightened of the ocean.  I have a very difficult time relaxing on a beach.  I've had a recurring dream for years of seeing a tsunami heading my way and feel the panic of being swept away by the force of the impending waves.  Again, maybe this is a memory from a past life.    But maybe these two recurring thoughts are connected.   Maybe the deep seated fear of tsunamis has led to an unconscious need to be in the mountains.

It wasn't until I went to the mountains in the southwest that I realized I loved being in the mountains.  The mountains, brought me peace and tranquility.  It calmed my soul.   I ultimately bought a modest house in a small mountain town that became my happy place.  Unfortunately I lost the home in a wildfire and am now forced to make a decision to rebuild there or look elsewhere.  I loved that home and did a lot to make it cozy and comfortable, so my instinct is to rebuild.   But maybe the fire was yet another sign that is leading me to where I'm ultimately meant to be, here in Colorado.

As finish writing this, I looked out the window to see a mamma moose and her calf just outside the window of the rental I'm staying at.  It makes my heart soar to see these two so close.