Breakfast at the Awahanee Hotel
Yosemite valley is a place where the only moving
vehicles are shuttle busses that transport visitors up
and down the valley. There are bike trails that run
through green meadows with wild flowers,
waterfalls and majestic granite rocks that frame this
gorgeous valley of paradise.. Ahhh. It was heaven.
Ken is adept at living the Good Life. He's
teaching me how to do the same. He knows how to
ask for
what he wants graciously. He often gets exactly
what he asks for.
It was good for me to witness this kind of humble
audacity. When we decided to have brunch at the
Awahanee Hotel Saturday morning, he asked the
head waiter for a table by the window.
When the waitress took us to our table, she said, "You
have the best table in the house". I grinned and
winked at Ken, who was beaming with delight.
We were mistaken as a couple several times that
weekend, which, of course, we aren’t. Ken is a gay
man and has been in a monogamous relationship for 11
years.
We are, however, the best of friends. I can't think of
anything I wouldn't be comfortable sharing with Ken.
He is a very safe man.
The Merced River, which runs through Yosemite valley,
was
bursting with rapids of gushing water coming from the
melting
snow in the Sierra’s. My soul was nourished by all
the water in Yosemite Village.
Saturday evening we watched the sunset reflecting on
Half Dome. We came upon a group of people gathered
on a bridge, many with their cameras on tripods,
capturing the changing light surrounding the famous
"Half Dome".
Thanks Ken for inviting me to share this marvelous
paradise with you. It was exactly what I needed.
When are we going back?
I’m getting ready for my trip to Paris in September. I
think God is
preparing me for the abundance of the writing life I will
experience on my Paris tour.
All photos are credited to Ken Booth. He's also good at
capturing beauty through the lens on his digital
camera.
May all beings be happy. May all beings be well. May
all beings be free from suffering.
I think the best antidote to pain and loss is beauty. Be
in and with beauty as much as you possibly can —
whether it be the natural beauty of the outdoors or
the beauty of an innocent child, puppy or elder.