videos of my girls in mexico

this is my most adorable "granddaughter" Daniela

my last day in Monterrey...

Twilight

I have now finished 3 of the 4 Twilight books in record time. I have been trying and trying to figure out what the heck has me sooo drawn into these books. It's all about teen angst, and vampires, and warewolves....Somehow while considering this enigma, I thought of another book I just finished, The Sacred Romance, where the authors speak about many of us settling for "less wild lovers" instead of God (a wild lover). Which also makes me thinking of Lucy in Chronicles of Narnia asking if the Lion was safe and she was told he's not safe, but he's good. While all of this is going through my head, I begin to think about Edward Cullen (the vampire). Seriously, God? Are you seriously going to speak to me through a teenage vampire love story? I've been trying so hard to figure out why I am so drawn in by Edward Cullen and I realize-it's because he's like God! A wild, untamed lover whose love is eternal and limitless. He's compassionate and caring, and jealous-you never know what to expect from him. And I, am like Bella...the little girl who is always feeling that his love his scary but addictive and that she is so very undeserving of his undying love and attention. I don't want to get carried away with this little metaphor, but it really makes sense to me. Edward is a wild, not always safe lover-just like God. Unpredictable, but good. If only I could make this epiphany stick in my head. I forget so so quickly about God's goodness and love for me, I am constantly feeling lost and abandoned. I think that The Sacred Romance might have also mentioned that Satan will use all means necessary to lead us away from God, our true love. Including messing with our memories so that we can't remember the blessings we have received or the ways we have been loved and rescued by God..I'm sure that part of my memory issues are genetic, but I'm willing to bet that Satan has a hand in my God-related amnesia. Makes me furious. Maybe Edward Cullen will help me remember that God loves me, and He is good.

An afternoon in the mountains

This was the view from the spot where I stopped to eat lunch and journal. Love it. There was something about it that I liked. One mountain, divided by a small road, on one side there are lots of trees and snow and on the other side, just ugly desert with a speckling of trees. I'm sure there is a logical reason for this division, like the sun probably doesn't hit the tree filled side as much as the desert side. But forget that. I saw it more like the coming together of the barren and the bountiful- of beauty and pain. It's still all part of the same beautiful scene. I sat on a bench for a couple of hours here and read and just soaked in the sun.

I look hot, I know. It was chilly up there! Thank you grandma for my new warm scarf! Let me tell you that while I was sitting on my rump reading, I saw tons of people biking up the mountain. Quite the variety of people- and what amazed me or rather annoyed me the most was that some of them would ride up the mountain having a perfectly normal conversation like it was nothing to bike up a freaking mountain! Jerks.

After an hour or so of reading and gazing from my bench on the hill, two little deer calmly walked across the hill below me. So cute!

Here are a few more pics for your viewing pleasure....

This is Denver That is the Coors Brewery plant in between the two table mountains
and me!