There are people I have met in life, felt a connection, and said “Let’s get together again.”  Or “Let’s keep in touch”.  Or “Let’s not let so much time pass between our visits.” Our friendship may have started through fly fishing, or cycling, or work, or mutual friendships, or even family that lives far away.  After spending some time together in fellowship, the promise is made to reunite somewhere, sometime.  Often, life gets in the way. 

Today’s blog was written high above the clouds with no way to post from “up there”.  Now that my feet are back on the ground, I share my thoughts of the day:

At present it is 2:11 PM Mountain Standard Time.  I am sitting in a Boeing 737…

I realize as I write today that last week I did not take time to blog.  Literally… I did not TAKE time.  I was a busy woman with so many other things that writing fell to the side.  I also realize, as I write, that I enjoy being able to share my thoughts and experiences… thinking out loud.  One of the things I have fallen prey to over the years is taking on too much day-to-day.  I end up with so much on my plate that I start pushing things aside.  Not intentionally, mind you, but pushed none the less.

This past weekend Hubby and I traveled south to visit our friends at Rider’s Backfield Farm.  They have been friends of mine for nearly 30 years and spending time in their home is just like being in my own.  They live right along the Blue Ridge Mountains with an amazing view.  We ate good food, drank good drink, and celebrated a birthday with a homemade German chocolate cake.