Sometimes I need to let my lungs expand into wider spaces than city streets can hold, let my eyes rest on something other than what they see day in and day out, and give my ears some alone time.
Vasquez Rocks is named for Tiburcio Vasquez, a nineteenth-century outlaw who used the rocks as a hideout and even reportedly passed through Pasadena. The park was a good place for eyes and lungs and legs to go do something different yesterday.
John and I ate a picnic among the rocks, climbed into the wind and wore ourselves out.
Today's my birthday. I'm living the life I love. What good fortune I have to be grateful for!