Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s a time to change, hey, hey, hey
Today marks the one week anniversary of our re-entry to the stratosphere, waking up not to the sounds of Africa but to the Colorado morning birds and sunshine. My favorite mountain and lake view is seen in this town.
And though we cannot live in our house, we are ‘home.’ Guled was born here in this town. My mom lives in this town and our closest friends are within easy access of this town, if not within walking distance.
This town is truly inspirational to me.
In the hills behind this balloon you will find a little-known bedroom community named Masonville. It has a little mountain store, the Masonville Mercantile, known to biker’s, couples soon-to-be-married, and sports an old jail cell for tourist pictures. So as you ascend or descend the northern tier of the majestic Colorado Rocky Mountains, you enjoy a quick stop in the mercantile.
I never learned why the town carried that name. Note to self to do so one day. This was “home” for some time until two floods and a mountain fire caused three intense evacuations for which my psyche was ill prepared, alone with a new baby up in the mountains. I loved the peace and alone-ness, but not in that kind of crisis.
So we found a house some distance east of the mountains, past Loveland but on the plains, and called that home for twelve years before moving to Kenya.
But we are now ‘home.’ This summer will be filled with farmer’s markets, summer activities in Loveland’s small town center, visits to friends and family, and hikes in the craggy mountain side to see the hidden water gems amongst the always-green evergreen trees and the summer’s deciduous offerings.
We will watch a Les Miserables production in the deep mountains at Grand Lake starring our favorite young child actress Camille Nugent…
and there is even talk with my high school friend that we might just take that long ago-pondered visit to Yellowstone…..
and the “Crown of the Continent Ecosystem”, the famous Glacier National Park, sitting on the US/Canadian border where Montana, Alberta and British Columbia meet - the planning of which began some years prior to our move to Kenya.
However, make no mistake that while we enjoy a lovely reintegration and regeneration process, issues in political and developmental Kenya are not far from my mind. The proper education of children and their protection remain squarely in my essence. I have a wider perspective of things after living in a developing country and returning home. Perhaps there will be some lessons to share….
…. like spending time with your very cool 75 year-old mom (sorry mom – public record)…. ok that isn’t my mom. My mom said no photos on the internet. Privacy of age I may not respect, by revocation of consent I respect.
… like hugging your friends who kept you sane while you were exploring….
…. like being freely able to walk the neighborhood and the forest at any time with no fear….
…. like feeling a sense of trust with your government… surprising to you?
…. like smooth roads and bridges everywhere…..
…. like having access to 911 if you need it without having to pay a bribe….
… like finding hair dye appropriate for a white chick to stave off a few more years the vestiges of an aging body, though not a soul…
…..like remembering a specific niece who taught you the value of a song….
…. like seeing the growth in people more clearly because you were away.
Travel is imperative for the soul of some people. I am a case in point. It balances perceptions and trains us to bring value to our every day lives. The humdrum of everyday must give way to the beauty and magic in every moment. Our minds open to many more possibilities that way. I do not apologize for wanting to see and feel magic in my everyday life, but perhaps I apologize for not dragging enough people with me. And for scaring my mom, an unintended consequence. Indeed I have returned from my stay on the moon….
Now that she’s back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey
She checks out Mozart
while she does Tae-Bo
Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey
Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as
Plain ol’ Jane told a story about a man
Who was too afraid to fly so he never did land
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me While you were looking for yourself out there?
~Train, Drops of Jupiter, with illustrations by Claire Adele
All well and good on this end. I did indeed miss you, Colorado.
We are home.
Thanks to Claire Adele for permission to showcase her pieces from her DeviantArt page. She really has color and energy happening! Check it out.