Colorado Rocky Mountain High

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Diane Divone

Fire in the Sky-Sunrise

No, I am not talking about the legalization of marijuana in the state of Colorado. I am thinking about the actual high I feel whenever I am in this state. Or is it all the smoke wafting through the air drifting out of the dispensaries or out of people’s homes?
I am on vacation in Colorado. I have been coming here for 17 years and each time:
I look at a sunrise-I am high.
I look at the sunset-I am high
I look at the Aspens-I am high
I look at the mountain ranges and YES— I get high.

I am in love with this state. The air, the mountains, the quiet intensity that radiates because of the spaciousness. The illusion of who I think I am translating into the expansiveness of all that I can aspire to. I am HIGH!

I looked at my surrounding today and said: “I never tire of this sight”. I fall in love with it each time I see it.

I remember my first visit to Colorado thinking I was just passing through on my way to New Mexico. After visiting friends in Canon City, Colorado I started my drive south and John Denver’s Colorado Rocky Mountain High actually came on the radio. I recall singing along at the top of my lungs feeling the thrill of my solo road trip. Traveling on deserted two lane roads feeling so alone and so filled within myself. I recall bursting into tears for the extreme joy I felt for the beauty of the Sangre De Cristo Mountain range. Arriving at the state line and getting out of my car and looking north at Colorado and south to New Mexico. Feeling in awe of the differences in the landscape and excited for what was to come. My only thought was to get to the Georgia O’Keeffe museum in Sante Fe, which had just opened earlier that summer.

So many things happened on that road trip and one of them was that I was in love with the museum. However,  the point of this story is to say-I stayed in New Mexico for two days and raced back north to Colorado. I couldn’t wait to cross that state line again heading back into those trees and the smell of the pines, pinions, the aspens and those Sangre’s, that stole my heart.

I recently heard a lecture where the speaker said that every time we feel incredible joy..there is a place behind that joy that is the opposite of it. Meaning, sadness, despair may follow the joy. And it is all because of a primal part of each of us that knows that this life, as we know it ( or as I like to say-being in physical) will inevitably end.  I understand that.  However, while I am here, as the last line in the Dylan Thomas poem states:

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I intend to live this life with Passion for all the-Joy, Despair, Exhilaration, Sorrow and any other emotion that may rise just by being in my life. I intend to take each experience into my soul and let it move inside of me and expand me beyond anything I “thought” could be possible. These surrounding help me to KNOW that anything is possible.

                                                “Rocky Mountain High” – John Denver

He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he’d never been before.
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again,
you might say he found a key for every door.
When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away on the road and hanging by a song.
But the strings already broken and he doesn’t really care,
it keeps changing fast, and it don’t last for long.And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
he saw everything as far as you can see.
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun,
and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.
Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes.
His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand
the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear,
of a simple thing he can not comprehend.
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more,
more people, more scars upon the land.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
I know he’d be a poor man if he never saw an eagle fly,
Rocky Mountain high, the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

 

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