I am struggling a little at the current time and feel uninspired. Kind of hard to imagine, looking at this beautiful picture, but at the moment it is merely a filler, giving you something beautiful to look at. It’s another favorite spot.
Irene my friend, you are right and the lack of inspiration comes from the recent worries and stresses about Mom being in the hospital once more and not doing well. Today was a tough day, and while I need to, I can’t talk about it right now and all my attention and love is with Mom. Payers are definitely needed…thank you. ❤️
As the last days of summer dwindle down, the temperatures have teetered between mountain snow and lakeside swimming weather. It poured rain last night and I loved listening to the rhythmic sounds of droplets splashing against my window at night.
Fall is a time to slow down and restore more stillness within. It’s a time to nurture and sit back with a cup of tea, or indulge in a hot bubble bath. It’s a time for cozy onesies and to snuggle up to comfort and a movie. Everything slows down and the struggle for making the most out of my days becomes even greater as daylight is getting shorter and shorter.
This week, I have found myself less inspired, and though I want to write, I struggle to find content I really want to talk about. Monday I dropped off Thundr1 (my car) at the repair shop. My fears were quickly confirmed and the clutch was in need of replacement. It set me back a pretty penny, especially since I am not working and still am trying to heal my body to function better. Tuesday I got to talk to Mom briefly after nearly not talking to her for three weeks, due to hospitals and iPad troubles. The next day she was already admitted back into the hospital for acute breathing problems. It’s a little like rolling with the punches this week and perhaps m spirit is a little dampened by the weather and recent news. Perhaps it’s just normal and we all experience writers block or times we feel less inspirational. It will pass in no time with better stories to report.
Take care of each other…❤️🙏🏼
Flashback to the painted dunes with Mount Lassen looming in the background. What a beautiful place just a few hours from my home. I do live in a diverse center of an ever changing landscape.
To the north live my volcanoes and the volcanic scenic highway promises a beautiful feast for the eyes. Mount Lassen and Mount Shasta are just a few favorites with a vibe and energy that will surely stir something within. It did with me and I will never forget my initial visit. Today I think that spending time at the base of Mount Shasta in Oregon was the beginning of my spiritual journey and I have never been the same since. In a good way I hope and so much has happened since. In a sense it is my true north as far as connecting with spirit and if I had to pinpoint it on a map.
To the east of me is more desert and it’s probably the least ventured area I travel.
To the south are more of my beautiful mountains, which grow bigger and bigger the further you go, forming the Sierra Nevada’s. It’s a diverse landscape with granite peaks and limestone boulders for climbing or perhaps the backdrop to an Iron Man movie. This area includes the Alabama Hills and The Buttermilk’s, which make favorite bouldering areas.
To west lies the ocean and a warmer Californian climate that I often seek during winter escapes. There is something soothing listening to the waves and watching the mystery of the fog rolling in from the ocean.
Each landscape is so unique and special in itself, that I am truly lucky to have this diversity and the ability to see these ever changing places that are all within driving proximity. I don’t ever take them for granted.
Since I live in such a rough place (which actually means beautiful place) and many of you enjoy my Mother Nature posts of my surrounding area, here is one from the shoreline and a small beach at Lake Tahoe. I hope you enjoy.
The beautiful high Sierra near Bishop CA as seen from my recent hiking trip.
Picture from my recent road trip.
After a few hours driving south we ended in Little Lakes Valley, near Bishop, California. It’s a beautiful little slice of heaven filled with mountains and alpine lakes at high altitude. I always struggle at first, trying to adjust to the thinner air of high elevation. I just can’t get the air all the way down into my lungs, and most times a slight headache accompanies the first few hours.
The hike to Brooks Lakes was short with a grade that moderately climbed up and away. Although I still had to work at it and broke a sweat, taking in short, quick breaths while my head was pounding, I’d say it was a good trail to get accustomed with. Especially if you only have a limited amount of time like in our case since we had been driving a good part of the the day. Did I mention the days are already getting shorter and it gets darker earlier? Sigh…,
A highlight was that we had the place all to ourselves and saw a brown weasel hunt, jumping up and through a tree without any effort, right in front of us. What a great and unusual animal sighting. And check out those mountains in the background. Small looking from the distance but 13.000 + feet tall.
You should sit in nature for 20 minutes a day…unless you’re busy. Then you should sit for an hour. ❤️🦋
I live in a beautiful area no doubt. One that has beautiful bodies of water, alpine lakes, and the mountains to play in.
Here is a recent picture of the beautiful blue waters at one of Lake Tahoe’s Marina’s. There are several Marina’s around the lake and it sure never gets old to visit. It’s like escaping, going on vacation in my own backyard with every visit to Lake Tahoe, the largest alpine lake in North America.
A perfect ending to another perfect day. The golden hour when the light is soft and the world becomes still is one of my favorite times a day. Everything appears so peaceful, and everything is ok while everyone and everything settles in for a night of rest to face another bustling day. It’s as if the world takes a final deep sigh in perfect warm harmony, saying “We did it, now rest assured and be still.”
Finally it’s swimming weather here in the Sierra. I know others have braved the frigid cold before me a few weeks back, but I finally made it and inched myself slowly into the cool blue. Awe, how I do admire those that can just jump in and be done with it. No not me, I have to get acclimated, maybe it’s fear my heart will stop from the cold shock, haha.
While inching my way forward every few minutes or so, I slipped a couple of times which resulted in wild arm flailing to get my balance back. Goodness gracious, what a spectacle. Needless to say that I choose my precise timing when I make my attempts of going in. Yep, I do try to spare you the sight, or deny you that entertainment, whichever you prefer.
Well everything is good now and from here on out until the season ends, I once again enjoyed the best natural swimming holes and it doesn’t get any better than this.