
So what colors do you dream in? For me, at least for today, it's in lovely hues of . . . white. Actually, I'm at my desk daydreaming about hitting the slopes and shredding on a board down the side of a mountain. Or at least a few big hills. Murph and I had planned to sneak out to Hidden Valley (our local "resort") to get a few rides in this afternoon but unfortunately we've encountered obstacles that are blocking the fun: homework for him, pesty clients for me. So as the snowflakes continue to relentlessly tease me as they dance just outside the window, I'm trying to live in the moment, clear my mind and senses, and re-focus. Which makes me think of . . . snowboarding.
You see snowboarding can be an almost spiritual experience. Fresh air, fresh powder, best friends. I'm in the part of my life where I love experiences in which you participate as a group, yet are uniquely individual in nature. While you're surrounded by other boarders carving paths around you down the hill, you're free to go your own way, at your own speed, in your own style.
When I am really boarding "in the moment", my mind is silent, my body loose, and my board seems to almost become one with the snow - the ultimate definition of going with the flow. As Murph and I are on the lifts headed back up to the top I often look around me and think that this must be a small slice of heaven. We've had some of our best conversations on those hills. And what could be more spiritual than that?
It's odd how you can often find peace, happiness and serenity in the most unexpected places. Where do you go to find yours?
Talk to you soon. Until then, pick up the pace and run your own race.
- Jeff












