I found the part of the canyon I’d been told about by locals who used to go there to play when they were kids. It is truly magical—big, huge outcroppings of granite, trails to be wandered, rocks to climb. This is my childhood come back to life—precisely, exactly, when I needed it. Thank you, Spirit!
The ground is littered with quartz crystal, and agate and all forms of mica. There are cacti and, I’m sure, snakes. Old trees long collapsed, going back into the soil.
It is silent there and deep, peaceful. I’m just forming a thought that perhaps I decided to go into the canyon at this particular time because my mind and heart have been fractured. And I needed a place in which to come, peaceably, back to self. I am transported to childhood there and that is the only time I’ve found when I can be still—in my own way—not sitting, but wandering, exploring, kneeling in the dirt, handling rock, tasting the air, watching light do its dance with shadow, listening, my mind empty—an active stillness.
Suddenly I want to make time in my days to relax. I haven’t been able to do that. Nothing has inspired it. But here it is, a few steps from my back door, a paradise that feels like it was made just for me—perfect for my little girl’s heart. Because it is.
Love to you all,