When Mike and I moved back from Colorado I knew I’d miss the majesty of the mountains and the ease with which you could escape the city. What I did not know was that I would find a place in Ohio that fits the bill.
Shortly after the move back to Cleveland, I discovered the beauty of the Cuyahoga National Park. Though I grew up in Cleveland, I never realized that the parks surrounding my city were in fact, a wonder to behold. And it’s not like my parents kept me cooped up inside all the time– I remember taking countless bike rides and nature walks with my mom, but I suppose none of those journeys ever took me the Cuyahoga.
Well, suffice it to say that once I finally set foot in the park (actually pedal– I was riding my bike on my first visit) I found one of my favorite places in the Cuyahoga National Park.
My first visit was this past fall, bike riding with some of my classmates from my Montessori training.
Now, you might not understand how the molehills around Cleveland measure up to the Rocky Mountains, but let me tell you something– they don’t need to measure up. The natural beauty that exists in the Cuyahoga National Park is all its own. It doesn’t need elevation or altitude. Maybe it’s not as awe-inspiring to the masses, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s different.
Since my first bike ride there last September, I have associated the park with a feeling of peace and a hope in the future. After a few weeks away, I ache to go back, and every time I go back, I feel centered and at home. I feel like I can handle my life again. I feel like if I really want something, I will find a way to get it.
Mike and I took Denver this past Saturday and though my mind’s been spinning with a million different conflicting thoughts lately, when we were driving back home, I felt okay. I felt hopeful.
This is my special place.
Do you have one?
Until next time!