I’ve lately been nourishing my roots.
The last two weeks of July were wonderfully spent in the western part of the United States, traveling and hiking in Colorado and northern New Mexico where I once lived. This adventure in the Rocky Mountains was a vacation filled with memories and entertainment coming not from I-Phone, television or internet but from the grandeur of the vistas looking out where earth meets sky, and inspiration had from those whose lives are twined to their environment, close in a relationship with the natural world.
Simple pleasures suffice for them, like watching clouds. The picture above for instance of a storm sweeping in towards the Lower Farm. Just left of center in the cumulus mass on the horizon you see two dark eyelids in a mask of white, mounted over a snout or muzzle with a slightly open grin. Wispy whiskers there and an enormous arm reaching, stretching oer the mountains, a grasping hand, a seal faced creature. A mythological being that swims across eternal skies. What thrilling tales to tell (or educate) the children.
In the course of the next few weeks I’ll tell you stories of my visit to the high country, ghost towns, mountain music festivals, fiestas, rodeos and railroads. My roots are in this cowboy country where children learn to ride a horse at the age of three and that of mountain men and old time miners plying gold from mountains 12,000 feet above the sea. There was no time for a retreat or meditation at my sanctuary the Lower Farm this year. Only there for a few days I did some cleaning, washed the windows but did little in repairs. The old adobe casa stands strong, a sentinel on the edge of wilderness. From there springs my inspiration for this blog – Earth Stone Station … for the beauty of the earth. I’ll tell y’all more in awhile.
Happy Trails, Dohn