Tuesday morning finds me well rested and looking forward to another beautiful day in Missoula.
Yesterday, I went with the boys up to Rock Creek, where they could enjoy fly fishing and I could enjoy the mountain air. Between the sun, the river and the breeze, it's hard to know exactly where you are. It made me feel unusually grounded and stable; not bad. Invigorating. Not only are the people welcoming, but the landscape offers new levels of home.
Last night was filled with wine and food and friends. Sigh.
And today I'll set off into town. The library opens today, and I'm going to try to find a yoga studio. Sam hesitated, yet has offered for me to help him with his Montucky bracelet and lanyard making production. Hopefully I can do a lilttle of that. So far I'm have no trouble keeping myself busy and inspired.
Coffee's out, morning must be over. I feel that comfort of the East Coast everyday and I'm so lucky for that. This whirlwind is only beginning.
loves.
x.o.
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