Finding Heaven Paradise Found! Zion. National. Park.

…And I’m here in a 30-foot RV gazing up at “The Watchman” from an ideal site, sipping on “Campfire Stout” (an amazing “smores-inspired” locally-produced craft beer), and savoring leftovers of artisan pasta perfection.

- Terez 'Firewoman' Hartmann

The love of my life is by my side as we celebrate 15 years of magnificent marriage together. AND, when we leave Zion, we will continue to explore a sensational slice of the American Southwest via scenic highways to drink in star-filled nights and a constant unfoldment of otherworldly wonders. Wow. As I consider the fact that at one time this was all nothing more than a hope, a dream, an idea, I cannot help but well up with emotion now that I am actually HERE doing THIS. For in this moment, I have indeed found my heaven.

Paradise Lost…and Found.

As I opened my eyes and awakened into my first day back in our super-comfy bed, ultra-spacious master bedroom, and beautiful home back home in Florida—even though I now had access to every comfort and joy imaginable—the transition from soaring in the energy of heavenly high altitudes to rediscovering my footing at only 30 feet above sea level proved to be far more challenging than I had anticipated. Yes, I most certainly knew that you bring your “altitude” with you, but for some reason, it felt as if my heaven was now thousands of miles away.