Truth.

I lead a pretty fantastic life. I get up every morning, breathe fresh air, walk out to see these beasts of mountains in front of me, and I go to a job where I am respected and respect the people I work for incredibly. I get to be creative with my mornings, and help people to find their own creativity. I discuss life with beautiful strong women who have lead theirs and find themselves happy in their golden years; and happy on so many levels. Today I left their company and walked through dollhouses in West Boulder. Mickey and I, power walking past hundred year old homes that have been painted soothing and wild colors. In their lush setting, the remind me of how I always pictures homes as a child. Like big dollhouses, but set in rustic yet urban spaces and full of my own creations. We hit the creeks, drop our clothes and jump in over a water fall. This is of course passing the most multicultural section of this entire goddamn granola town. Suddenly, next to one another, the Muslim, Mexican, Yuppie White, College Kid Families and all gather and enjoy our little bubble. I note this, and Mick responds: "Everybody loves free fun." Truth. We've jumped and suddenly our bodies are shocked and rocked to our cores where the steam of the day hit the glacial melt off, and the rush of days of rain whipping by at occasionally deadly speeds hit us like spiritual experiences. After some otter-like play, we walk all the way home again, and we talk, and I remember that I've known him two and a half years already. Time keeps going. In a flash I'm dry from the sun and a walk back, and quick sponge down and I'm driving like a dick to get to Hallie and Nate's to see the Rockies win. Sitting in the club level is certainly better than the Rock Pile. God bless America, and this American feeling I guess, that is following on the heels of an invigorating night hike two nights ago to watch fireworks with brilliant people on a crag two miles into the mountains to see all colorful explosions across the eastern slope. What a beautiful place. I'm spoiled rotten. Sitting with even older friends, we see Laura's mom at the game, and she has tears in her eyes, just to see her daughters friends while her's is so far from home. I've always loved that family. Wonderful days, full of beautiful people, who love and give and make me feel alive. I read on a bumper sticker while walking down to the bars: 'We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience.' Truth.