Have you ever wanted to turn down the volume on your world? Go where there is no noise, no distraction, no demand on your attention?
I do. All the time.
Last week that blessed opportunity arrived and I headed to Music Meadows Ranch in the Wet Mountain Valley near Westcliffe, Colorado.
Paradise in the pines.
Rustic beauty.
Peace in the absence of clamor and crowds (though high-speed internet was available if I wanted it).
Quiet – other than the breeze whispering through the aspens, a nearby trickling creek, and the distant bugle of a bull elk.
Heaven. On. Earth. At least for a cowboy-loving writer like me.
I made coffee on a gas stove the old-fashioned way. Ate the best chili I’ve ever had that was left by the proprietor for my dining enjoyment.
Rode horseback into the aspen-draped hills.
Slept like a contented, new-born calf.
Because of this special blessing, I returned home a little more complete, where earlier I had been lacking.
If Jesus – without e-mail, cellphones, or computers – retreated to a quiet place, how much more do you suppose we need solitude?
Getting completely away is an infrequent luxury. So when we can’t, how do we find a quiet moment or a quiet place?
Where – or when – do you go to find solitude? How do you catch the quiet time to refill and refresh your spirit in our noisy world?
“Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.”
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Makes me envy you! Right now, I so need to go away to a quiet spot. Those were great pictures!
Thanks, Karen. This was a dream-come-true opportunity.
It is harder for me to find a place to get away since moving back to the midwest. I’m still trying to find my midwest getaway. While living in Washington State I would go to the park down the street in Steilacoom, WA., find a bench overlooking Puget Sound and just enjoy watching the changing tapestry of sights and sounds. Seagulls gliding on the air currents, ferries cutting through the waves on their appointed rounds, and the occasional dog chasing a ball. Such a restful and enjoyable time. I miss it. I miss the sun warming my skin.
Your Washington retreat sounds so peaceful, Kathy – the “changing tapestry of sights and sounds.” Keep looking for a new spot. I’m sure the Lord has a perfect place for you.
So happy that you got to spend time there. It sounds absolutely Heavenly! Usually my car is my quiet space, whether travelling to visit family or just finding a shade tree to park under.
not very glamorous,but it works.
Absolutely, Karen. I’ve had days where my car was a sanctuary.