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| Phantom Ranch |
Away from noise and rush and rules and cynicism and depression and leaf blowers and car alarms and parking tickets and people who worry about their hair
turning
gray.
I need to get in my car.
Drive 17 hours southeast.
Sleep under stars.
Wake and take pictures and write.
I need to meet people who defy my imagination
Listen to stories while stretched beneath a cottonwood
There beside the cool waters of
a desert stream.
I need to get back to the Grand Canyon
where everything I want to be is everything I am.
Meditation….close your eyes. imagine. imagine even what you haven't seen. the oak bushes leafing out; the bristlebrush smelling like skunk; the red buds blooming then their petals whisked away by the wind; the grasses encroaching on the trail in width and height