A friend has been trying to get me to go to a spiritual retreat and it looks so lovely. But truly, my religion is in the desert. Not to discount my friend and her retreat. Like canning, it’s something I want to do when the time is right, when my body is quieter. I have treasured my time with a spiritual teacher. But what’s left of my youth must be spent in physical motion. Now – when the sun is up and the weekend is free – there is nothing I can do but run to the desert canyons.
Stepping across the rocky ground in early morning light, through shaggy junipers so bare and twisted I can physically feel their hardship… Being so still in this landscape that a jackrabbit with foot-long ears bursts through the sage! … Or hiking lost in thought on a long dry trail, to have consciousness shattered by the rattle of a five foot snake. I praise this communion.
I worship the baptism of skinny dipping in deep pools of spring snow melt. Jumping off red rock shelves into sparkling water, and warming skin in the glorious rays of the sun. Barefoot, care-free and aware ONLY of sweet physical sensations.
Run to the wilderness while you can. There is no quicker way to enlightenment than laughter, adventure and inspiration – these are the seeds of our soul! Hands and feet in the dirt, the laughter of fellow souls around the campfire, and the crack of the beer can at the end of an arduous adventure. xo
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Love this Kellie! Here’s to the wilderness within and outside all of us! Andrea
Here’s to the wilderness Andrea! 🙂