My old man came into town last week for business; can’t tell y’all how happy it made me to show him around on Fri. Hopefully the next show he gets to see at Red Rocks will be more exciting than girls running up the steps in yoga pants. #milehighlife
Yesterday, I saw a television interview with Malala Yousafzai, the 20-year-old Oxford University student, international women’s activist, and Nobel Peace Prize laureate who was shot by the Taliban at age 15 for speaking out in support of girls’ education. In the five years since she was flown to a trauma center in the UK, she has never returned to her native Swat Valley. She spoke poignantly of the spirit and beauty of the mountain vistas and lush river valleys of that agricultural region in northwestern Pakistan. “I want my feet to touch that land again,” Malala said. The poetic simplicity of her words did as Maya Angelou said only the best words do – it “slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.” I heard it – not just aurally, but emotionally. In my core. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the power of place. How does it shape who we become, what we value, how we make a life?
Life changes might someday take me away from the Front Range. Wherever my travels or job changes take me, I want my feet to touch this land again.