no, not the kind you can find when you walk out your front door...
no, the fresh i'm talking about can't easily be found.
I learned that after I went searching for it on my 45 min run around the neighborhood.
nope, that wasn't the fix i was looking for.
so my dad and I went up provo canyon to stewart falls.
for a "real" run
and "real" fresh air.
but I have to be honest, the run didn't last long.
it turned into more of a
if you will.
real fresh air can do a lot of good for the soul.
My dad always says "If God has something important to tell you, he'll tell you on a mountain." or at least something along those lines. he's a mountain man. And he knows these sorts of things.
he was right.
the closer we got to the top the more relieved I felt.
and then when we finally reached the falls
I felt myself let go.
I let go of worries
It's like the spray from the falls was washing it all away.
and I feel nourished.
and finally today:
It's like I was Allison in Wonderland. I had lost a bunch of my "muchness".
But I think I've gotten most of it back...
So I'll probably be stopping in more regularly.
...I've got a lot of catching up to do...
Hope you all are having a lovely saturday :)
p.s. if you've lost your "muchness" I suggest a walk-about.