I haven’t had much time to think about things lately. Jonathan and I are getting ready to go on our vacation—I am so excited I can hardly stand it! Since I was 15 or 16 I’ve wanted to visit Oregon and now, on Sunday, I’ll be there!
After my high school graduation my parents took me on a trip to Northern California and it changed my life. I remember walking among the redwoods and along the coast feeling home. That this place connected with me on some visceral level that I was always aware of but didn’t engage much. Nothing engaged it, either, except thunderstorms, cold fronts, seasonal shifts and the site of a beautiful body.
I guess that’s not really an “except” statement, but the feeling I had in those forests and along the coast completely defied my expectations. It invoked something powerful, something I didn’t and don’t understand.
I’m trying not to have expectations for this trip, but I can’t deny that one of the reasons I’m so excited to go back is to experience that again. To explore it and try to understand it.
I just realized that I am going to my temple. I am taking my pilgrimage, going to visit God. To chat, to feel, to experience, to be close.
That thought gives me much comfort. It feels right.