Yesterday I was...
Seeing: Golden Alberta prairies aglow with life. A bright gray sky, reaching to touch every horizon. The warm grey road winding like a silver thread across the gentle rises of golden earth. Oil-derrick-horses grazing on the fields, pulling wealth out of the deep earth. Blackened controlled-burn fields. Red cattle and fluffly alpaca.
Feeling: The vibrations of the steering wheel under my fingers. The wind against the car, the prairie's life-breath, Spirit hovering over and giving life.
Hearing: Lucy's sweet, snuffly snores from the back seat. The rustling pages of Clint's seminary reading. My mother-in-law's soft, cadenced voice. Road-silence.
Tasting: A Belize coffee, mild and bright on my tongue, a special Birthday splurge.
Smelling: Coffee steam. Wooly Keble College scarf. Winter prairie freshness.
Some days the vastness of the prairies feels overpowering and alienating, but yesterday, my 29th birthday, it felt like freedom and independence (the good kind) and beauty and possibility.