The night before last was the full moon and my friend, Kim, and I had planned, since the last full moon, to walk deep into the canyon that backs up my property. What an amazing night!
These photos can’t come close to capturing what it was like to be out in that lighted darkness, in the frigid air, standing in the forest, embraced by a kind of ancient silence.
Kim made the observation that it was a bit like descending into the psyche, but more accessible, and I don’t think that’s far off.
At the bottom of the canyon there wasn’t even a breath of air.
It was still as Stonehenge. And the great granite boulders were a testament to why man has placed those monuments across the eons. They are a powerful presence; a spiritual presence.
We sat there in mother nature’s cathedral, a vital part of her, somehow made larger not smaller by the massive stone and expansive sky.
Kim will have left Truchas before the next full moon, going back to his life in Santa Fe. But now that he’s initiated the canyon with me on this full moon night, I think I will go back to mark every full moon—to better feel a part of the land I am privileged to walk, to give my soul the nourishment it needs and to hold close a friendship I am blessed by.
Love to you all,