When the magic happens...
Even though we always happy to see one another, the magic doesn’t happen until it’s ready to happen.
I’m spending the weekend with my youngest daughter, Lana, in Denver. I communicate with my daughters in some form every day, but it’s never the same as reconnecting face to face.
I’ve been having an amazing time, meeting her friends, chatting, seeing her life, but there’s often a point, if I’m lucky anyway, when something shifts and magic happens.
Meeting her roommate, Grace, was fabulous. We had dinner and hung out talking as though she had been one of Lana’s life-long friends. We had a great time, and I’m excited to meet more of her friends tonight.
Today, we spent the day alone. We drove 1 ½ hours to the Garden of Gods which is a park of magnificent rock sculptures. Nature at it’s most spectacular.
It was during the long drive back, however, that the conversation deepened, and in between talking we sang loudly to Zac Brown band playing. There was something about that moment, the magic, the beauty of the mountains, the garden of the Gods, the wind, the sun, and us singing together as we drove.
It was then that the miles between us disappeared and we were in the zone. The thing is, being in the zone, is always about being present and enjoying the moment whatever that is.
One of our favorites:
“It’s funny how it’s the little things in life that mean the most Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes There’s no dollar sign on a peace of mind, this I’ve come to know So if you agree, have a drink with me, Raise your glasses for a toast.”