south of everywhere here

January 2, 2022

Terlingua — what a space to sit with the mountains, the mesas, the mariachi. A bird teeters on a branch in the wind. It’s easy to see here how life is determined by the sun. It begins at dawn. The light bringing the warmth after a cold winter’s night in the desert.

Tonight I stood eye level with the stars. Jupiter falling beyond the horizon. The deepest shade of red reflecting off the nearest mountain. I am here. Slowing down. Rediscovering. Life is not always what we think it will be. Sometimes it is simply about becoming. Moving. Growing.

I can feel it here — with me — Life — right where I move and breath — here — it feels frees. Easy. Every moment becoming a reverie. This journey through infinity.