Rippled Waves of Uncertainty

Rippled Waves of Uncertainty - Copyright Marisa S White - White Sparks Photography

Rippled Waves of Uncertainty

 

I remember that day, three months ago. We were packing up the truck for one last move cross country. A task, that after numerous occasions had become quite commonplace. But this time would be the last. (For those of you doubters out there, yes, this is IT! I promise!)

“The mountains are calling and I must go.”

A very fitting quote at the onset of a long journey ahead. I wished for the power to snap my fingers and transport us all in an instant. As no matter how familiar this process had become over the last several years, it was still quite arduous and exhausting. And like any good journey, the arrival is always more exhilarating than the three day (and change) excursion west. After all, there were no giant balls of string or dinosaur tracks to witness across no man’s land. And we were on a mission; the ultimate tunnel vision toward the final destination, which meant no extra layovers.

But long road trips, just the dog and me, with the view of the U-haul, paving the way ahead, for 3 days forces the mind to wander and play the What If game. You know, the game that makes you second guess all of your decisions. Like, was buying a house sight unseen really the best decision? Or, what if we never make any friends? Or what if some family emergency occurs and we, god forbid, need to move to take care of a loved one? Or all those little mind f*cks that come in and rain on your parade and on a perfectly sunny day. Because really, I mean we’re talking Colorado! Our town sits 6,500 feet at the base of a beautiful “fourteener,” aka Pike’s Peak. We are a mile closer to the sun and a mile closer to the heavens. And when we get lost, all one needs to do is locate the mountains to find one’s true north. Or sit atop a mountain and soak in the messages of the universe. But nonetheless, all of these questions kept running through my mind at a million miles an hour.

I would equate it to nothing more than cold feet. It’s human nature to have a small existential crisis while standing (or driving) at the precipice of a life-altering migration, to believe that it is possible to have everything you want, at the same time, and that you are deserving of such majesty.

So despite the looming unknown and uncertainty sitting almost 1,500 miles ahead. Knowing the future is what we make it and that not only do we have everything we need, but we have each other…and that’s all that really matters.

We set off on a Tuesday and haven’t looked back since…

If only to say why didn’t we do this sooner?

 


 

Shelby in the mountains
My apologies for being away for so long. I’ve been working on the back end, creating pieces that are not quite ready to breach the outer banks of my computer just yet. But rest assured, now that I have landed and have my feet firmly on the ground, the inspiration from this magical place will flow freely.

In them meantime, Captain Awesome, Shelby (seen frolicking at the world’s greatest dog park) and I are admiring the view, making friends and breathing in the fresh air.

Stay tuned…

 

 

 

Side Note: Thank you, Laura, for taking us all to the water that hot and sticky day in Alabama. And of course, for encouraging this little one to play along with me and my camera!

Trey the Magician © Marisa S White - White Sparks Photography

I introduce to you, Trey the Magician! :-)

Some of these outtakes were just as fun as the intended concept.

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