Sunday, August 23, 2009

PC MARATHON


On Saturday, Scott and I ran the Park City marathon! I wish we had more pictures to show for it, but we had a great time. It was something I've wanted to do for years! We did the whole thing together, and we definitely want to do another one (and actually train this time!). We're dead sore today, but its a good feeling knowing we did something really challenging for our bodies. We're feeling pretty good, and we're looking forward to our next adventure. I think another marathon will be in our future, but we also want to look into triathlons, mountain biking races, and centuries on our road bikes (if we ever get road bikes!!! Someday!!).

Monday, August 17, 2009

SYLVIA PLATH

Following our return from the Ranch, Scott and I have found ourselves deep in the same constant conversation about our life, our next step, and the things we love that can help us live a more enriched life. We've been talking about the goals we have and the loves we have. It's been nice to think a lot about all of the blessings we have, as well as all the choices we have. I remember leaving high school and thinking about the many decisions I was about to make in my life. I was reading The Bell Jar at the time, and I saw my life analogous to the fig tree Sylvia described in the story.

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."

I remember thinking at that time in my life, "Why can I just eat ten figs at once!" I've realized that while we have decisions to make, not all these decisions are mutually exclusive. Scott and I have so many things we want to be and so many things we want to do. And we can do them! We don't have to pick just one thing. I am excited to move forward in life with Scott because I know that we will find a way to include in our lives all the many things that make us who we are. We are both happiest when we are our best versions of ourselves. This is the greatest part of marriage, I think. Helping each other stay who we are!

THE RANCH


I am so grateful for how much time Scott and I were able to spend this summer at both the boys’ ranch and at Quickwater. I am even more grateful for the amazing husband I have.

I couldn’t picture anyone better suited for me and my life, and I’ve never had anyone open my eyes to new adventures and a new world like Scott does. I loved having Scott up at the ranch. I loved watching him find his own role there and really develop and understand in his heart what the ranch means to him. I’m so grateful that I have a husband who enjoys hard work and has his eyes open looking for what can be done to help.


It was also so fun for me to be at the ranch with my parents, sister, and nephews. Andrew and Ben made themselves right at home, and mom and dad worked really hard and made everyone's experience at the ranch so much better. I can't think of anything better than having my family at the ranch. There's no better way to spend the summer!


Scott and I were so lucky to lead the Table Rock hike at the Quickwater this summer. I was so impressed by how well the girls did and what an awesome group of girls we got to take up the mountain. A hike with so many memories, it was a gift to be able to share it with Scott. Quickwater means so much to me for a number of reasons. It is the place that represents where I grew up in many ways. It is such a blessing to have a place where I could put my own individual stamp on it as it has put its stamp on me. I love to see tiles grouted in the kitchen that I’ve made throughout the years, ever since I was thirteen years old. I love finding my name on benches and tables I’ve made and seeing pictures and paintings of mine hanging or sitting in the lodge or the barn.

The premise behind the ranch is gratitude and service, but I feel like I walk away more indulgent than the ranch itself. It does so much more for me than I can do for it. The ranch is the place where I learned to read my scriptures for inspiration. It’s where I learned to make choices to invite the Spirit to be with me always. It’s where I learned about creativity: that I can envision what I want to make with my hands, whether out of wood, pottery, yarn, paint, or fabric, and I can create that vision in reality. It’s where I learned that I can be creative in the same way with my life. I can envision that perfect version of me, and I can work to become whatever I wish to be. The friends that I’ve made on the canvas of the ranch are the friendships that have in many ways been my proudest ones, my favorite masterpieces of friendship because they are based on the common ground of what the ranch can offer.

The ranch has always been a refreshing respite in my life, where I come home to myself and I know who I am as I see what I do. I always hope to go home and improve my life amid the chaos to mimic living simply, being still, and practicing quiet dignity. I am so grateful for Sue and Dick for all that they teach me and have taught me as they’ve provided such an incredible piece of my life’s collage. I’m so happy that I was able to experience Scott’s first time at the ranch: His first time milking a goat.

His first time slopping pigs.

His first time playing signs on an all-girls backpacking trip.
His first time cooking gourmet food for over fifty people. His first original project in the wood barn (we made a coffee table!). His first time hearing Dick read aloud by the fire (this year he read Flush. It was like the thrilling days of radio!).



I’m just so grateful that the ranch is there for me, and that it is there for Scott now as well. We will spend the rest of our lives trying to be there for it. I remember the first time I went nine years ago. Every year since, I have added to my list of favorite memories some of the moments I’ve spent at the ranch. When I think about who I was at thirteen, I am so grateful that the ranch helped me keep being that person, and become the one I am now. One of my projects I’d love to get going on is to scan all of my QW pictures onto the computer. Everything’s digital now. It’d be fun to have all of them close together.

Monday, August 3, 2009

THE ART OF AWARENESS

Thoreau wrote: "Only that day dawns to which we are awake." The art of awareness is the art of learning how to wake up to the eternal miracle of life with its limitless possibilities.

It is rising to the challenge of the stirring old hymn: "Awake my soul, stretch every nerve."

It is developing the deep sensitivity through which you may suffer and know tragedy, and die a little, but through which you will also experience the grandeur of human life.

It is following the philosophy of Albert Schweitzer who teaches "reverence for life," from ants to men; it is developing a sense of oneness with all life.

It is identifying yourself with the hopes, dreams, fears and longings of others, that you may understand them and help them.

It is learning to interpret the thoughts, feelings and moods of others through their words, tones, inflections, facial expressions and movements.

It is keeping mentally alert to all that goes on around you; it is being curious, observant, imaginative that you may build an ever increasing fund of knowledge of the universe.

It is striving to stretch the range of eye and ear; it is taking time to look and listen and comprehend.

It is searching for beauty everywhere, in a flower, a mountain, a machine, a sonnet and a symphony. It is knowing wonder, awe and humility in the face of life's unexplained mysteries.

It is discovering the mystic power of the silence and coming to know the secret inner voice of intuition.

It is avoiding blind spots in considering problems and situations; it is striving "to see life steadily and see it whole."

It is enlarging the scope of your life through the expansion of your personality.

It is through a growing awareness that you stock and enrich your memory... and as a great philosopher has said: "A man thinks with his memory."

GRANDMA CLEO

I love Grandma Cleo! I was so excited to go to Canada. The stampede was a blast; Lake Louise was gorgeous; but by FAR, the best part of our trip to Calgary was spending time with Grandma Cleo. We'll have to make another visit soon!!








LAKE LOUISE

Special thanks to Lynne for the "Cool to be Canadian" sweatshirt! I love it!















CALGARY