After a five day vacation at Zion National Park in Utah.
I am currently completely overwhelmed at the feelings I have about this trip and everything I got to see and do...I suppose that some integration of the experience is necessary before I can sit and write about it. I am still stuggling to find the words within myself to make it come alive again...and right now? I'm tired. I don't quite think I can do it justice.
Right now I am sitting in Foolsewoode and keeping Zion private and holding it close to my heart for the moment. I am surrounded by some serious Meena love, camping gear that needs to be packed away until the next time...listening to the washer and dryer doing their thing, and being totally overwhelmed at something so simple as a hot fragrant bubble bath after no showering (unless you count a couple of hair washes and using Sensitive baby wipes as a bath) electricity at the flip of a switch, being totally alone with no one around...and the thought of sleeping in a real bed. I love camping and everything that goes along with it, and I am finding it truly hard to be in this space again...inside a home, but feeling truly grateful for the things that this home gives me. But I am finding myself with one foot out the door so that I can listen to the crickets chirping...instead of watching TV. Trading artificial sound for natural sounds instead.
I am back home. Hitting the ground running...and a bit overwhelmed at the prospect of dropping back into the life I've created here...So much so, that when I took my long hot bubble bath this afternoon...I think I may have forgotten to rinse the conditoner out of my hair.
It's that kind of overwhelmed.
Then again, perhaps it's just the actions of a very happy, tired girl who just spent the last five days with wonderful friends...camping, hiking, splashing in water, and living in complete awe of this beautiful world...and a girl who is totally out of practice bathing.
Until I find the words of my story...I will leave you with some pictures of the trip.