Flooded with emotion

“We have to heal our wounded world. The chaos, despair, and senseless destruction we see today are a result of the alienation that people feel from each other and their environment.”
― Michael Jackson

My senses were shook loose recently. I received a request for a family photo shoot in Rocky Mountain National Park. The thing about this “job” is, that’s usually as much as we plan until we get there, so I get the pleasure of being surprised when I get there, meeting new people and creating conversation with those I’ve never met. It’s always, always touching. It scratches this part of my soul that I didn’t know I needed itched, and it cures every insatiable suffering I think I’m going through at the time. Self pity is put on the backburner, and my eyes are opened to how gorgeous the souls are that walk this earth with us every day.

Because I tend to go to a lot of the same locations, thank you comfort-zone, it’s not usually the destination that opens up that vessel of emotions first.

This time, however, was a much different story.

Last Fall, Colorado was hit with the most severe flooding in most of its recorded history. I could throw a rock from my driveway and hit homes that were under water, roads that were washed out. People were in fear of leaving their homes, worried they’d have nothing left to come back to. It touched my family, my farmers, my friends, and my neighbors. Food banks couldn’t keep up with the demand, and the media was knocking on our doors, rallying to help. Our canyons and tourist towns were shut down, living in a constant fear that they wouldn’t be rebuilt in time for the seasons that kept them alive.

Months passed, winter came, and the media started to move on to new stories. New tragedies happened. We began to rebuild. But that’s the thing. The rebuilding that has been accomplished, was just the beginning of what was needed. Houses up and down the canyon I drove last weekend are still fully furnished and barely hanging on. Roads are rebuilt enough to pass through, signs all over them thanking the “hard hat angels” for opening up towns.

They still need our help. They need volunteers. They need media coverage. Our state still needs our love and devotion and prayer and blood donations and financial givings. Colorado needs us to keep getting our hands dirty.

Just because the camera vans have left, doesn’t mean our kind souls that were left in devastation don’t need us.

The day continued to touch me, and there will be pictures posted of that incredible family later on, but please look at the pictures below, and if you’re as touched as I was, there is information at the bottom of this post on how you can help.

Yours truly,

Naomi

PS! You know, there was a rumor that the best dam store in the universe was closed due to the flooding. But I can tell ya, their jerky tastes better than ever, and the views they have will take your breath away.

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Find out how to help!

http://www.bigthompsonriver.org

Ouuuuuuuch, my arm, my arm is being twisted.

It’s been aaaaages since I’ve blogged, right?! I miss you guys a lot, just so you know. It hasn’t been lack of inspiration, or lack of things to write about, or even a lack of wanting to tell you things! It’s a bloody lack of time and a horrible excuse at that! ❤
Likely, that's why my best friend (ouuuuuuuuuch, it even pangs me to say it twisted my arm into splashing back into the blogosphere with a random blog. Random musings about life to get me back to rolling on my writing.

My window is open, I’m savoring some incredibly fresh fruit, I may or may not be halfway barefoot under my desk (sorry Christie!, but I mean, I’m not walking around or prancing with files in the bare toes!), and quite enjoying this hint of Spring we’re having today. All 53 degrees of it have my insides like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah hem:

-The same best friend that SHOVED me into writing this blog asked me why I love running so much. It’s going to be this gorgeous all week, and I can’t WAIT to tie on those rubbery soled laces. I love running because it clears my mind. CLEARS IT. It’s like my zen place. I leave the driveway stressed and come back like HAY GUYS BRING IT ON. I usually listen to music or just the pounding and crunching of my feet on the gravel and run until everything toxic is gone. Big bonus, is my waistline shrinks in like…6 days about it, too.

There is NOTHING like the casting of secrets and stress to the weeds and the gravel, and them throwing nothing but peace back at you.

-I feel like I’m finally getting my bearings in Colorado. I’m, after two years, fully active in my own activities, living my own path, and while absolutely still head over heels for that tall handsome man I moved down here for, I’m thriving in such a way that I can’t imagine ever being anywhere else. It’s this whole…farming and photography and accounting and mountains and plains and baby animals and fluffy dogs and being so close to the big city and yet soooooooo far away that’s so amazing. I’m officially a State Officer for Colorado Young Farmers (it’s like this really cool, grownup version of FFA…something I was never able to do, so I’m like FOR REAL THIS EXCITED ABOUT IT YOU GUYS!!

-Here’s the thing I learned about friendships recently. I’ve been wildly anxious about the comings and goings of friends in my life, the everchanging relationships, and the constant guilt over fault of it all. But I’ve sort of realized that A) that’s part of being in your 20’s, and B) friendships can be like Yoga. They can stretch and bend and change and in all of that, they can grow and develop and be different. I can love the same person I did 10 years ago at a different distance and with a different type of love than 10 years ago. People change. But I don’t think that means that you have to have a black and white answer on where your friendship is. It’s not all BEST FRIENDS OR HATE.

-I’m going to be 30 this year. We’ll come back to this soon.

-I want turquoise in my hair so bad.

-We’re taking our first family vacation this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My girls will get to get on their first airplane and SEE THINGS OTHER THAN COLORADO AND WYOMING. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not that there isn’t great things here, I’m just STOKED!!

-I’ve got two friends going through the trenches of really rough chapters and it’s so familiar to where I’ve been that I’m an emotional trainwreck about it. It’s like looking in a mirror six years ago. I know that’s part of the whole “everything happens for a reason” bit, but I’m not sure I’m ready to face it and use it.

My photography continues to soar and I’m absolutely blessed with the best friends and family and clients. I never knew I could love a hobby SO much.

-I’ve got two new books on order and almost heeeeeeeeeere!! Black Heels to Tractor Wheels (isn’t that the greatest title you’ve ever heard?!) and The Curiosities: A Collection of Stories, a book one of my favorite girls insisted I read. I love the thrill of new pages coming to me! In the mail! Like tomorrow!

-I feel like…like…. if you’re afraid to be you, if you’re unsure of who you are and instead of seeking that out find peace in imitation, than you’re headed in the wrong direction. If you’re not true to you, you’re nothing.

-I want to start a garden this year I think! I’m a little nervous about it, but I just want like…three vegetables and a fruit, and a checkmark on the “Things I want to be able to do by the time I’m 30” list. …more to come. My name is Naomi, I’m 29, and can’t grow a strawberry. Yet. Also, I live with a farmer? …awkward.

-Is there a sound affect for “I love this quote!!!!”? Play that sound in your mind, and then read this:

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Apple Inc.

-I have SO MUCH MORE TO SAY. All the more reason to come back soon, right?! Fill me in on you! ❤

Nomz

I’m a driver in a man’s world, apparently.

Things that amaze/shock people about me:

-I can check the air pressure in my own tires (I carry a gauge with me in my purse!), and air them up. (you’re laughing at this, I can feel it. But I seriously just met a girl that could do neither)
-I can drive a standard/manual transmission, and well.
-I can hook up and back up a trailer, when pulled by a pickup.
-I can change my own tire, in under 10 minutes.
-I can check and change my own oil (I hate this task, but I can).
-I can point out the main components under a hood of a car and truck (and open my own hood – also apparently, a really big deal).
-I know that turn signals do not take any sort of fluid to operate.
-I can feel and smell when something is wrong with my car.
-I know how to charge a battery, using cables, without shocking myself.
-I can drive across not one, not two, not three, not four, but as many states as I’d like by myself without panicking.

Thing that amaze/shock me about people:

-Most of the above is either impossible or shocking or both. Especially in this part of the country.

I guess I assumed that because I was raised in a house where independence was encouraged, that every female driver was. My dad is a trooper, so I’m finding out more and more that it’s not because I was a country girl, but that because he understood that if I didn’t have a firm grasp most of these things, I could potentially be a danger to myself.

We live in a part of the country where we get four legitimate seasons, bringing unpredictable weather and driving conditions.

I’m not writing to brag, or to sound feminist (most men are quite literally wired to grasp the mechanics of a car, women aren’t. I’ll never ever be able to tear an engine apart and enjoy it), I’m writing because I’m trying to grasp why women would prefer to take on the roll of a damsel, than try to roll out on those roads completely prepared. I’m not trying to offend or discourage, I’m attempting to inspire and raise awareness. It’d be like….diving straight into college without learning your ABC’s first.

Am I far off base with this?
Ooooooh pop quiz me! In comment form below, tell me what essentials should be in the trunk of your car year round, and especially in hazardous weather!

Making snow angels,
Nomz