i recently read somewhere that a place can be so thick in meaning and memories that it becomes a living character in one’s life story. that is certainly true for me – bear lake is and always has been a significant personality and relationship in the context of who i am. i am grateful that, despite my wanderlust and never-ending desire to see the new and novel, i have this incredibly familiar locale to frequent every summer. the air there is just heavy in the most comfortable and intimate way. bear lake is my oldest, closest chum.
which allowed for some sweet trippling with my nieces at sunset.
at the eyrealm foundation board meeting talking about all the good to be done in the world.
the groups of grandkids had flags and a killer helpfulness competition.
one reward - a sleepover on the tennis court with aunt chichi. we shared secrets and played steamroller.
we had a girls lunch at bear lake west.
the hike up bloomington canyon was covered with snow, and the lake was still 1/3 frozen over!
it didn’t stop us from jumping in. holy smokes it was freezing and enlivening.
jonah blessed baby poem on the lighthouse deck.
we had a family testimony meeting on the grass outside church, and dad offered a patriarchal prayer as we all knelt earnestly together on sunday morning. i’m grateful for a family of surging faith.
i love that glowing land that is a vibrant character in my life. and most of all, ultimately and absolutely, more than anything, more than anything on earth, i love my family – their examples, their support and their dance moves.