wanderings | car camping p.1

Ever been car camping? Ever been car camping when it plummets to 15 degrees at night?

I have. But it was worth it. So, so worth it.

"The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand of man"

- unknown

xo ronnie

air in my lungs

Have you ever had an idea that makes your mind start running a bajillion brain sprints a second and makes your stomach feel all tense and happy like when you see the waiter coming with your food? Yeah, those kinds of ideas. They're the best. No... they're the worst. Maybe both. Well. I got one.

My heart goes out to all of my fellow creatives out there. I don't know about you... but creative droughts seriously suck the life out of me. They make me feel so useless and unproductive because I can't do what I feel I'm made to do... create. imagine. pursue. However, I'm convinced that the way to beat it is to go back to that place where you feel safe to explore your thoughts. Or hit repeat on the playlist that gives you those odd feelings of nostalgia. Sit and watch a sunset. Read something. Literally force yourself to step away from the world and into your zone. Once you do, it feels like you can breathe again. It's weird but true. I've been exploring Colorado a bit lately with Jake. It did the trick for me. So find your zone. And maybe you'll get once of those terribly awesome ideas too. 

ronnie

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rocky mountain dwelling

Colorado Springs, Colorado. The snow has begun to fall on the mountains. Every morning I wake up and stare. I allow the serenity and the humility that the strong and constant Rockies give envelop me, often to a point that makes everything seem surreal. I have to remind myself, I am here. I live here. I have a place here. I can make a difference here.

I took a leave of absence from my blogging world. On my journeys I have had time to get my life together, organize my thoughts, and search my heart. It wasn’t until my arrival in Colorado that I realized that blogging is the Rocky Mountains to me - intimidating, overwhelming, and a reminder of how small I am in such a big, big world. Then I put things into perspective and thought of how our government shut down and how there are millions of girls across the world being sold for sex and how there are so many lost and broken people in every town I’ve ever driven past and how so many people die of starvation every day and I almost can’t breathe. We live in a world full of huge, damn Rockies.

But then I recognized that the very same vastness of the mountains that makes them terrifying is the same vastness that gives them unspeakable beauty.

Though we live in a frightening world with many people who are more powerful, more visible than us, and though every morning we wake up and may feel so small that we are practically invisible, wouldn’t you agree that the gentle voice of one is often more moving than the overbearing shouts of many? Just because you can’t change everything, doesn’t mean you can’t change something. Sometimes you just have to step back, take it all in, and remind yourself, I am here. I have a place here. I can make a difference here.

glad to be back.
ronnie