Snowboarding to Tibet….
What a dream I had last night. I was snowboarding down our street where we used to live in Beaverton Oregon. An extremely steep hill, that morphed into snowboarding down Mt Hood, then back to residential areas, magically going down and up streets, mountains, hills. It was a dream, so I went with it.
Finally, after a long, long, but happy snowboarding ride, I somehow arrived in Tibet. I walked the final steps, as all the snow had melted and reached a magical, beautiful valley. After experiencing the wonders I found, I went back to where I had left my snowboard, excited to tell my family, and took a magical snowboarding trip back to where I had started. There, I met my older son (the one who isn’t thrilled with us moving to Michigan), and his son. Somehow we were all about the same age, in our teens. When I told them about the magic valley, they were mildly interested, but decided to play a board game instead.
I jumped on my snowboard, and headed back down the street, Mt Hood, and on and on, retracing my path. Back to the magical valley. As I rode, I was perfectly at peace. I had found my Shangri-La… it need not be shared.