The rest of the country really has no idea.
I wouldn’t have had, either, if not for being naturally reckless on occasion. This last weekend, however, I had guides and 4WDs to smooth (?) the way. What I did was hook up with an informal geology field trip, and we went back where hardly anyone ever goes. Total, absolute heaven, on some of the worst roads I’ve ever been on in my life. How we got through without a smashed crankcase or a blowout is beyond me. But where that gets you is astonishing.
Powerful deep energy
It really is wild. It goes for miles and miles, until the distance doesn’t count, because everywhere I go, I’m Here. I can’t tell you how much this means to me. It’s a huge spiritual kick. When I get far enough away from “civilization” that I feel that deep, serious fear, it opens up the circuits, concentrates the attention. Then I pass through to some enormous, unspoken relevance that’s like cool water to a thirsting soul. Inexpressible awe and gratitude. Comfort. All is One, indivisible and alive.
Coming home from something like that is always jarring, no matter how loving the domestic scene. Until I see the wildness again, that is, right in front of me, in the flashing of her moods and in her eyes.
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i’m glad you shared this inspiring post – i enjoy the mountains and the wilderness far beyond the faceless crowds – your reflection of your travels and emotions – oh so exciting.
There will be more of this, David. I promise.