Revisiting a past solo desert excursion... exploring California's Death Valley... which easily has since become a landmark travel experience for me.
Already past sundown on arrival at the Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes, with nary a tent... still, a night under the stars upon a sand dune was an easy call.
The suddenness of silence magnified the sound of my own measured breaths, the whispers and the occasional howls the winds would randomly bring in and pass through. The stars
twinkled with orchestration... the half moon silver-lined the scene. My awe of the setting was untamed... and so, there I was, reduced to a spirit with a humbled sense of being. Quite freeing it was!
The next day, after a glorious morning watching an eager sun gild the horizon... off I was to escape the sun about to gradually scorch the desert floor. Reaching the cooler high desert was a treat in ways only nature can enrich us with. A visual feast of desert mosaic, of canyons, of teeming life despite the seeming scarcity... only further heightened own awareness on being careful to always let humility be within reach.
So, yes... precisely why, I find "alone in the desert" just-as-right-a-prescription... to self-help spiritual nurture.
Already past sundown on arrival at the Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes, with nary a tent... still, a night under the stars upon a sand dune was an easy call.
The suddenness of silence magnified the sound of my own measured breaths, the whispers and the occasional howls the winds would randomly bring in and pass through. The stars
twinkled with orchestration... the half moon silver-lined the scene. My awe of the setting was untamed... and so, there I was, reduced to a spirit with a humbled sense of being. Quite freeing it was!
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| At Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes |
The next day, after a glorious morning watching an eager sun gild the horizon... off I was to escape the sun about to gradually scorch the desert floor. Reaching the cooler high desert was a treat in ways only nature can enrich us with. A visual feast of desert mosaic, of canyons, of teeming life despite the seeming scarcity... only further heightened own awareness on being careful to always let humility be within reach.
So, yes... precisely why, I find "alone in the desert" just-as-right-a-prescription... to self-help spiritual nurture.
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| Death Valley National Park - California, USA |
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