As with all odysseys, we are on a journey this weekend, off to Salt Lake City to visit my dad for Father’s Day. I love going home — to see my parents — and the place where I grew up — where my roots and I become one again. It is a place filled with my life. It is a place where the mountains rise up in such a way that you feel you are at the foot of the beginning of the sky. Each night the canyon breeze blows, winding its way past the granite outcrops and scrub oaks, first rustling the ivy on our fence, to let us know it is there, and then stirring the wind chimes helping them begin their song of ancient times. I am home.
Enjoy your Saturday, your weekend, your life!
InPerspire Bingo word of the day: lunge