My bedroom in my home at Granby Ranch looks out at the same view as I had the first day I ever spent here. The first time I ever arrived to this special piece of Colorado it was dark, disorienting. I woke up the following morning to a beautiful, extremely cold January day. The sky was cobalt blue; I can still feel it now, and it takes my breath away. I was looking down the valley where our golf course is today and beyond, to the Never Summer Mountains. It was just gorgeous. It still inspires me.
Mornings are an important time to me. "Routine" is such a serious word, but I believe in the importance of having a practice. I wake up at 4:30 or 5 am, and before I get out of bed I prepare myself for the day. I like to be grateful, establish my mindset. I have my tea. I go outside and then I meditate. It's naturally quiet here, and it helps me center myself.
The mountains seem to call us to mindful appreciation, and for me that does take practice. But when I wake up here in the morning and it's light, I look outside and get the same feeling—one of fullness. It's hard to explain. A feeling that everything is perfect and there is harmony that only nature can create. It fills me with contentment; I know at the moment, there is nothing more I need.