Wayne and I leave in a few minutes for three weeks in Colorado–part work and part play.

Cool, cool Colorado. Where you can open your windows at night and let the wind blow through your bedroom. The mountain air clears the cobwebs from the mind.

Colorado is the place where I grew up.

This trip is bringing home a flood of nastolgia, like Rocky Mountain High, I am the Eagle, Sunshine on my Shoulders.

Folklorist and poet, John Denver, knew how to say it in the 70s. Now that sounds so long ago, but I just watched a PBS special on the life and music of Denver. I still think he had the right words for the moment. His lyrics rolled out of his heart like magic, and some of that magic still sparkles if you sit down and drink in the message.

Just a few years removed, maybe folks in the 80s and 90s were too close to appreciate his music–some couldn’t get past the “goofy hair and glasses.” Just a fragment of the times. But Denver’s popularity will endure with some; and in every generation, men will always sing, “I’m leavin’ on a jet plane,” to their ladies. And somewhere at sometime, someone will fall in love again to Annie Song.

Well, the wonderful temperatures, the beauty of the lakes and mountains, and the journey of respite awaits us.

Now let’s talk about content and contentment.

Right now, I’m leavin’ on a jet plane, and feelin’ pretty Rocky Mountain High just thinking about the sun on my shoulders!

Country road, take me home!