Arriving home always feels so good. No matter how good the time away is, I always love the approach of home turning in the drive, the click of the engine shutting down after mile after mile of road. It was a good road trip. Traveling from the desert to the mountains, discovering that our favorite mountain camp ground was buried beneath many feet of snow. Rocks are some of my favorite of natures many wonders and they are in abundance in Alabama Hills a place we stopped and spent a night during our little adventure. Sitting in the doorway of my trailer beautiful view before me, coffee in hand I thought much about my life and my luck. I've been shaken with my friend loosing her job, it could have so easily been me. I don't listen or watch the news because I don't like to hear all the depressing things that go on in the world. This past week, depressing things entered my world that I had no control of. It has been hard to find the way back to the protected world I've built for myself. Maybe this is the world telling me it is time to grow again and allow some painful things to enter. I'm not sure I just know that things they are a changing.