here's a thought from a while back. we, americans i suppose, dont ever really leave the paths of our society. driving across the country i feet that the roadways are the veins of the country carrying us from one city to the next. from one place where we will buy, consume, attempt to purchase happiness from the variety of of stores at our disposal along to the next place where we will have every possible item within reach yet again. billboards line the way as if to keep us focused on what we are to desire from life. it seems that to escape beyond the reach of these signs would be to break from the world in which we have lived for the whole of our lives. i long to be outside of these veins as we drive. figuratively only mind you, as to be outside of them literally would put me in some of the most desolate landscapes imaginable. no one really wants to escape the veins into the desert anywhere between central texas and the mountains just before LA. but really, we came close the other day. james and i spent 3 days in the canyon. we hiked to the bottom of the grand canyon. the first night was spent on the more level area about 2/3 of the way to the bottom and it was one of the most amazing places ive ever been. we camped in a use area reserved for only a few people each night. it being a large area we saw no one all evening, and it being past the time of day when others would be hiking by en route to the bottom of the canyon we knew that we would not see another human although we were surrounded by the vast expanse of the canyon. so for our few hours of light we had dinner, we read, james journaled, i did tai chi. in the canyon silence is silence. no bugs, no animals scurrying, no cars, just quiet. so we had a glimpse of what it is like to leave behind the call of all the stuff we create. i'm hoping we get outside of the veins again here before too long. i would like to find more of what is there.
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