The Thought Train

Today a friend asked me to "join the thought train," which is a project to write down a thought every day in the month of December. "31 days. 31 thoughts until a whole new year," she said.

My, this sounds familiar. I made a goal to write 365 thoughts, and I fell a titch short. But my friend feels the same need: to somehow make concrete this ephemeral existence. We live, and we think and we struggle and we love, but then the moment passes and it´s simply gone and over. It seems like we were robbed, that nothing comes from it. We don´t have anything to show for this life!

So I´ll jump on the train. I´ll put digital ink to pixels, and thus put "rubber to the road" on this information superhighway.

This morning I tightened the straps on my tele boots and dropped into the dips and falls of Beaver Creek ski resort, letting my tips fly into new, soft snow, and letting my fingers drag on the snow in the inside of my arc. I left the ground, flying off a knoll, and came back to earth in a gliding turn, as trees and snow and mountains flew away behind me.

I hooted in joy from the bottom, shared high-fives with my friends/coworkers, and loaded on the chairlift to do it again.

I am lucky to live in a beautiful place. I am thankful for the wonderful people that I live and work with. I miss friends that are far away, and I am thankful that my parents are now quite close. I am thankful for a strong body, keen eyesight, and soft snow.

Winter- and life in the cold- a wonderful world.