Love Flat

I grew up in Chicago. One thing about Chicago.  You can draw a line straight to the North Pole and not run into any mountains.  You can drive to the Gulf of Mexico and it gets flatter and lower, if that’s possible.  You can trek east through most of another time zone before you hit […]

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Enfolded in the Folds of the Earth

Riding south down 191 out of Canyonlands, the landforms undergo serial metamorphosis: from sweeping canyon to mountaintop with stiff stands of pine, to plains of beans more like something out of Iowa.  As I crossed into the Ute tribal lands, the geology opened its wings even more.  Azure peaks in the storm-halo distance; the Carrizo […]

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Dead Wood

Canyonlands NP, Needles District: I decided on a day hike from Elephant Hill trailhead.  The trail ends about seven miles – or three to four hours later – at Druid’s Arch.

I passed by sandstone domes and open canyon, representative of much of southeastern Utah.  The sandstone smoothed into blunted heads, stained with desert varnish in […]

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The Clouds – West Side

I’d been broken up with my Four Corners girlfriend for six months or thereabouts. She’d been my second New Mexico girlfriend. That break-up dovetailed nicely into another depressed winter for my failed mission out west.

Every time I go west of the Mississippi, not only do the call letters of TV and radio stations change from […]

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The Vision

Along the lower reaches of the Grand Canyon’s Bright Angel Trail as it nears the Colorado, a door-sized portal seems carved into the sandstone, the shape of a mouse hole.  Reminds me of what I’d imagined the tomb of Jesus looked like.  Beyond the portal, impenetrable darkness against the sunny walls of the inner canyon.  […]

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Thou Shalt Not Kill the Chrysalis

In a rain soaked walk through the woods one Sunday afternoon, I encountered the tiniest of cocoons dangling from a branch.  The thought occurred that there is no insignificant life.  What if all the divisions you and I placed between life were just artificial screens that prevented life from getting to experience  itself?  And what […]

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The Unawareness Sleeping in Awareness

If you take the Grand Canyon for granted, you’ll take everything for granted.

I hike back from Ribbon Falls to Bright Angel Campground, through Bright Angel Canyon.  I felt curiously disconnected from the side canyon which opened up before me.  I pressured myself to enjoy and appreciate every moment, because I’d only be here a few […]

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That Which Upholds the World

Treading beside a monolith of sandstone over a thousand feet high and miles long.  Many times I stop along this barrier and feel the power bleeding off it.  So much blood coursing through the stone.

The creatures that take refuge here—sand fills the wall’s smallest dimple, where a sacred datura harbors the dreams by which demons […]

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Squandering Wandering

I arrive back at Bright Angel Creek, to its infinite rush to feed some other insatiable hunger of a stream not itself, yet itself.  I take off my shoes and examine my purple toenails as a skinny silver fox trots, stops, stares; trots, stops, stares, then meanders off.  Each step is a decision.  Each step […]

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