After the continental divide crossing yesterday, I came over a few miles of uphill (again) to a wide space. This space was so big and full of desert colors I felt like a gnat on the landscape.
The day had been a mix of longing for home or some version of being held by the familiar and the awkwardness of being exposed to the “new”.
New= camping with 2 girls younger than my children-one from Germany, one from Israel, eating yogurt out of bike panniers 2 days old, drinking warm local IPA and liking it, being dismissed as an old homeless guy in stores because of my dress and smell, being lonely but not seeing it as something to fix, having time on bike alone to see all obsessiveness as self flagellation-as if thinking a different way would fix-minds do this when out from other folk.
Coming over the hill into big space-enough to take most of your breath away. Now, I suit up for a day of cycling in the desert with moments that come one at a time holding who knows what….
Spiritual Formation 