walking in wisdom, with each passing footstep our soils, soles, souls connect
Searching for footprints atop the mesa, I wondered if I was going in the right direction. Those arroyos can fool you into thinking they are hiking paths. I arrive at a wall of boulders and tree brush with no clear path in sight and realize I had been tricked yet again by the dry river.
This desert land and I are getting to know each other. The arroyos know they can trick me, but I am beginning to learn their tricks. There is a difference in the soil between an arroyo and a path. The arroyos are softer, sandier, seasoned by unpredictable heavy water flow and drought. They know what it is to wait for water and know what it is to lose it all too quickly. Together with flowing water, they know how to make a way where there was no way, moving ever onward, ever forward, never fearing getting lost. They know life in the desert.
Turning back, I find a small cairn, a rock marker left by a fellow wanderer, and I head that direction, moving ever closer to where I needed to be. Like the arroyo, with the help of another, I am finding my way, moving ever onward without fearing getting lost. I will never know desert life the way an arroyo does, but in wandering the desert and walking with these Beings, I find am held in their vast wisdom.
Living Wisdom, i seek You
Living Wisdom
Who imbues the cosmos
i want to spend my life
forever seeking You
in the arroyos
the red mesas
and every Being i encounter
help me perceive Your presence
and discern my next steps
moving ever closer to You
