“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”
~ Khalil Gibran
On day two, I “lose” the shoes completely – and most everything else – joyfully allowing the hot desert winds to play with every bit of me. Ah, back once again on the endless expanse of this arid plain. The alkali flats are an amazing place, very different from the desert mountains of the day before. In the craggy hills spirit abounds … the footfalls of those who walked before still echo and the air is filled with the collective voice of the ancients. The winds are saturated with stories and tears of long past, and there is a sense of being stretched to the point of breaking. The great plains bring repose – a deep releasing of oneself into the vast all-that-is, and a peaceful sleep beneath a million stars dancing on the wings of the ever-present winds.
Morning dawns brilliant on the horizon, and the day begins. The winds still whip the dust and the sun laughs as the perspiration falling from its brow never reaches the desert floor. Time to break camp and begin the long drive home. And the road itself brings many wonders … eagles twirling in the sky and watching from nests high in the cliffs, ravens diving and dancing; red rock, black rock, yellow, gray, sand … all in a thousand shapes and shades. The end of a great lake, the gravel of the road, the passages of millenniums uncountable. Yes, it is a most incredible place, this desert of which I’d heard about … and one I will always remember. Nya:weh – thank you – for allowing me to be a part of it.
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