Alaska is a magical place in the summer.
Backroads’ hiking and cycling adventure immersed me in pristine wildflowers, glaciers and salmon jumping upstream. I prepared my body for the challenge by cycling at the gym and broke in hiking boots walking around town.
But nothing prepared my spirit for the heart stopping views.
Landing in rustic paradise, my pupils opened wide to drink in the beauty of the ever present sun. From Sitka to Homer and the Kenai Peninsula, Alaska’s beauty is a reflection of God’s extremely enormous outdoor cathedral.
Here, interconnected life thrives, supported by a circular cycle of perfection outside the reach of man’s hand. The energy is palpable. A few days in, I notice everything seems to slightly move. Even the mountains dance, keeping company with rushing rivers and sparkling waterfalls, trees and grasses as they grow.
Tonight, as Labor Day closes the door on summer and I tuck-in early while, as in Alaska, it is still light out. Shutting my eyes, I can almost see a moose lumbering across the road.
In my imagination, I am back.
And I fall asleep under the midnight sun.
Now etched upon my sight
Your streets, sidewalks, and smiling faces
Meeting you for the Yoga Festival, I am home.
Mountains stretch upward on an inhale;
Tadasana walls of granite and sandstone.
Here, I watch beauty and backpacks merge
In a haze of sweat summoned by the climb.
Blessed by the view from the top, we are one.
Love of what the eye can see and the heart can feel
Draws us home, to a place we’d never been.
Lately, I’ve spent more time driving south of the Mason Dixon line.
My trek follows the mighty Ohio River, traversing the most impoverished counties in Ohio and five of the poorest states in the USA: Kentucky, West Virginia, Tennessee and North and South Carolina.
In the rural South, county, rather than town, denotes location of residence. The nearest grocery is 15 minutes away on lonely roads at 50 mph. The horizon is flat. Churches are beckoning landmarks ensuring one has turned the right way, and pressing the reset button on Sunday.
Industry is predominantly military and agriculture. The roadside is strewn with light puffs of raw cotton, left behind from a field recently picked. But the crop is no longer processed locally, it is trucked to a Japanese owned milI.
It is easy to want more. But everything is relative. Here, I am the 1%.
I see I already have all I need, and more.
The sky is bright where I live.
Illumination is essential for the functionality of a city and can provide a certain kind of beauty, but the stars are obscured from me. On treasured occasions when I find myself distanced from civilization, I look upward toward the dark and mysterious beauty which is always there, but not always visible to me.
Drawing #14 created with FingerPaint Glow Coloring and Doodle Drawing Free
My friends Bob and Jeff were my wilderness training guides this weekend.
Organized, focused and skilled, they arranged a road trip to Red River Gorge and carefully outlined every step to ensure safety, before we literally stepped off a cliff. Our beautiful time together in the woods is subject matter for drawing #13 of my 31-day drawing challenge.
Not muscled, I was afraid. But as we often learn in life, success results when we allow the rope to support us.
Created on Doodle Buddy for iPad by Pinger, Inc