Skylights are one of my favorite things. Not necessarily because they supply light during the day but really because the stars are alive at night. In a space that’s enclosed, the night sky becomes the ceiling. One of the same reasons glow in the dark stars fascinated me when I was growing up. Stars somehow have the capacity to enlighten something inside me that nothing else can. Wonder perhaps? Captivated awe? Or maybe just wild hope. As though staring into those starry skies becomes the only thing that makes sense.

I ain’t about to live a dull life. I zipped on up to vail, colorado for a few days. Driving eleven hours from my spot in Arizona to mountains full of green pine and yellow aspen. And wowee did I need to see some color. My eyes are all dazzled and shiny. I kayaked, hiked, baked, bathed, cooked, laughed, sang—what power. I needed some silly weird alone time to explore and be still. The climbs and outside help me to do that. And they tucker me out enough to where I’m sleepy and snoozy from not just a physically full day but a spiritual one as well.

What loveliness is this that my eyes get to gaze upon something so much bigger, so much brighter, so much more majestic and to say wow.

Now, I’m braless and undie-less in long johns and a turtleneck sweater. I hiked today in long johns and a swimsuit top, kayaked in shorts (that got soaked and muddy) and a wind breaker. Blessings for the new fleece and wild old movies.