WaterDragon

WaterDragon

Monday, March 16, 2015

Celebration




The high altitude desert-living is my most familiar state of knowing, where the clean oxygenated airand deep pure well water make both my lungs gasp for more breaths because it is deliciously breathable, and my mouth seek more gulps of quenching water because my body-needs flourish in its cool, sweet purity.

Something about quality feeds these physical states like none other.  I breathe, I drink with a knowing and need that is unquenchable and mandatory--that feeds my entire being--physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.

In the heat of the desert, when wind dries the air, robbing moisture from the pores of my body, I, too, turn from the sunlight along with the aspen leaves and ponderosa pine needles to reserve my energy for the cooler hours when later, the wind stops and a centering and calming is possible—that moment in the evening when all stills in the meadow, forests, box canyon, and in my mind and heart—enough to take that deeper breath, to recognize change with gratitude and prayer, and to finally quench my physical and emotional thirst.

Desert-living is like prayer—a day with a beginning, a middle and an end—a rosary of sorts, where all the prayers join together in one circular possibility—never-ending, but connected in a series of gratitudes that continue to offer blessings when we set intention and breathe upon the beads and utter sounds onto the ethers.

When dearths in the dry, windy hot desert climate stretch the physical and emotional limits beyond one’s own human limitations, there is yet another place to delve deeply—the places within that hold vast stores, rich with unexplored pathways—and gifts, if we find the way to access and journey the full course.

When will and instinct battle against thresholds, and surrender is all that in the final hour remains, even this exhausting defeat bears triumph in the spent hours when nothing more is left, but full and utter collapse--a going within, a giving into Nature’s inexhaustible forces can release what otherwise might be bound like an element without receptors, without molecules to rob and subsequently change the very structure of that element.  But we, too, are carbon based, and within the powers of nature’s storms and stillness, can be transformed-- remade--reborn. 

The power of the desert in the high altitudes where air and water, made of carbon and hydrogen, rob and mix and flourish in their dance of chaotic exchanges, we mere humans, while fully a part of this orchestration, need only bear witness to our own part in this amble—this scramble—this mix and match of stillness and force. 

We will be changed.  It is so.  There is a law of Nature that nothing, no one, is free from the subsequent change.  It is life and celebration. 


Kat
16 March 2015

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