It has been so gorgeous here in redrock canyon country the past week or so. Clear, sunny days. Cooling at night–fall is coming! It’s been the perfect time to explore the mountains. Today is a visit-the-river and bask in the sun day, later in the afternoon. The sky is a solid, unbroken bright blue. The cliffs and mesas and hills and mountains are crystal clear and unbelievably sublime. The air wafting in the open door and windows is clean and gentle.
In a nutshell, it is one of those days that makes this place, my chosen home, so utterly wonderful. I am quietly at peace, thrilled to be here. The immensity of the land, the solitude of the spaces, the neverending beauty of all that surrounds me, everything nurtures and nourishes and succors my very being, my soul.
Ah, it’s great to live here! At this very moment, I am completely happy and in harmony with my life. And really, what more can we ask than that?
I leave you with one of my all-time favorite quotes, “Benedicto” by Edward Abbey:
May your trails be crooked,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing
May your rivers flow without end,
meandering through pastoral valleys
tinkling with bells,
past temples and castles and poets’ towers
into a dark primeval forest where tigers
belch and monkeys howl,
through miasmal and mysterious swamps
and down into a desert of red rock,
blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and
grottoes of endless stone,
and down again into a deep vast ancient
where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled
where deer walk across the white sand
where storms come and go
as lightning clangs upon the high crags,
where something strange and more beautiful
and more full of wonder than your deepest
waits for you—
beyond the next turning of the canyon walls.