Introduction...

Light is gathering on the rims of things in Bookends Coffee: Window panes, mugs of Italian roast, and the lenses of glasses on the faces of college students and business men alike, making them suddenly kindred in their illuminated, wrinkle-browed concentration.

In Boulder, this mountain city one full mile closer to the sun than my home, it is impossible to escape light. With 300 sunny days annually and coffee shops whose storefronts boast floor-to-ceiling windows which stay open into even the colder months, Light pools in every available crevice. This morning, as the sun stretches into late morning, light slides off of tables, down legs, gathers in pools on the floor and pulsates, ripples, reminding me of Lake Michigan's shoreline and all watery things: The only metaphor I am able to make, my memory bank having been built on a foundation of water.

From the time I was small, I have lived in rural Wisconsin, surrounded in some form or another by a large, moving body of water: Rivers, lakes, marshes, and all other manner of watery land that I am told Piscean people are subconsciously drawn to. Metaphisics justifies my intuition that living near this energy has amplified my already mutable, forgiving disposition, and even before I came to this place to permanently reside, I knew I had something to learn from the stable, grounded, solid energy of the Rocky Mountains.

Many people have asked me and my best friend Carrie why we chose to make such a spontaneous decision to move to a place so strikingly different from all we've known. I have defined my desire to live here (besides the need to humor an incurable wanderlust) as practice in relativity; A need to redefine and promote growth within myself; a practice in the art of faith and trust in the natural flow of things. I can not imagine a more appropriate place to achieve this.

This blog is an attempt to record all adventures, misadventures, loves, pains, joys, lessons, and all other manner of experiences that come from such an endeavor, and to encourage you, the reader, that anything is possible with a dream and a little bit of elbow grease (and amazing friends...and a properly-running car...and some cat drugs...but we'll get into that later.)

Cheers to change and the pursuit of something crazy,
Lea