July 17, 2010
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and the thunder rolls …
Just under two years ago I wrote a post about how wide open the sky felt from everywhere else I have lived in the world. While driving home from dropping the monsters off at their dad’s the other night, I was once again reminded of how the sky is the same and so drastically different all at the same time. We live on the cusp of the foothills rolling toward that Rocky Mountains in great waves of farm land interspersed with crashes of canyons that drop away in the landscape and resume once again just as quickly as it fell away. That is to the West.
To the East the land is so flat in places you can see for miles. Literally.
I recently remarked to a friend that I really can see why the Native North Americans feel that the land, water, and air speak to them. If you allow yourself to stop and listen to them, they really do. Don’t ask me what they are saying I haven’t got a clue! But still after so much population and technology has come in the the world, there are still times when I have been standing at some remote place and felt it. That pull that would take you to another place in your heart, mind and soul if you let it. Peyote not needed. Is it the God shaped vacuum or just an instinctively primal pull to return to our basic instincts?
