From here, the fog looks like a soft blanket

I am flying right now and I mean literally flying over beautiful rock formations and snow topped mountains.   I wish I could say it was in a private jet with someone serving me crepes and mimosas while I caught up on all the movies I want to see OR in a small plan piloting it on a site seeing adventure, but alas I am flying in a Super-80 (yuck) to our corporate office for a couple days of meetings.  It helps that our corporate office is in Palo Alto, CA and the weather should be great of course.  It doesn't help that due to the Comedy of Errors that is my life I didn't get to eat this morning or have my tea but I digress.

It all looks so peaceful from up here, the pilot just said we could see the Grand Canyon in the distance.  I have only ever seen the Grand Canyon from the sky, it is on my list of places to visit in person...I want to walk on the sky bridge and look down before rafting down the river.

Back to being peaceful.  On this cloudless day, I can almost see the wild animals on the peaks or plateaus   The red rocks and white snow remind me of Estes park, not that there were red rocks as much as the peace and reminder of how very small we are.  I know there are people down there, roads, offices, houses, schools, but from up here?  Up here there is simply miles and miles of canyons and mountains.

It is unfortunate that I needed to be thousands of feet in the air to remember the peaceful feeling that I had while climbing the continental divide (talk about feeling small) or sitting by the pool in Mexico, or on the beach in Florida...I am going to take advantage of it none the less.

Find your peace today, even if it is for a few fleeting moments and without crepes or climbing equipment.

Finding Your Home

A month again...oops.  It's not that I don't have things to write, it is more like I have too much to write!

Anyway, I live my life with a soundtrack.  I had a boyfriend in high school who asked me if my family will randomly break out into song...yes.  Yes we will.  And often.  Back to my point, I have talked before how the kiddos go to this amazing school that teaches you to be Men for Others.  I was reminded of that again this week.  How does that tie into my soundtrack?  Give me a minute, I will always come around to my point.

This week, the basketball program - Freshman through Varsity, coaches included - did something that brought tears to this 'I don't cry it is a sign of weakness' heart.  They shaved their heads from a #3-#5.  Teenage boys, in the heart of Sadie Hawkins time, shaved their heads.

Why?  Because one of the freshman player's little sister has cancer and is starting chemo and they wanted to show their support.  These boys didn't think about what their short hair looks might be, didn't worry about what others might say.  The kiddo? Well his hair is already a #3 so he didn't have to shave his but said he would have.  I showed up to the Varsity game last night and the head coach had his head shaved, the other freshman coach I almost didn't recognize as he was all but bald.

So what is my point?  I was listening to music, dancing around my kitchen while the promised brownies cooked for the most important men in my life, and Home came on.  It hit me again, my boys are home.  Their school that we spent all of dinner talking about, the school they get to at 6:45ish every morning, the school they are at for no less than 12 hours a day.  The school that they have found friends, young and old, mentors, also young and old; the school where they have found family.  These Men for Others are home; and this week the home shaved their heads for one of their own in their home.

Teenage boys might not be the easiest to understand, the easiest to be patient with, the easiest to understand, but this week?  They certainly are the easiest to emulate when it comes to finding family and a Home.