My roots are planted deeply in Colorado. Almost everything I know and love about myself, I learned as a fledgling girl in Colorado. Some of what I learned about myself was just a glimpse and a beginning, and some of it was so firm and sound that it became my foundation. In Colorado you can run and breathe; you can climb and then climb higher. The sky is bright, and the mountains soar. And souls awaken. My Colorado is full of quiet places in which to think and grow. Places so quiet that the stillness silenced even the loudest voices. Paths and trails along rocks and rivers where I discovered and picked up little pieces of me until I eventually began to see myself.
And now as I roam, I take that Colorado Girl with me. She is in me and around me and of me. She is me. She is a fledgling no more, but is still planted firmly. I see her everyday and not just in my lack of skill with a lipstick or in my compulsion to follow a trail to see where it goes (and to find all of the pieces I've yet to find); it's in my love of nature and beauty and all things Divine. It's in my relationship with Him and how I came to know Him there. And in my soul composed of the pieces that He has helped me find. They are everything that He made me to be, and for that reason, and for all of my little "reasons," I count myself lucky to be a Colorado Girl.
