While visiting Bandelier National Monument last month
I took a solo walk for an hour
down the pathway
and climbed some ladders up into caves
carved by Ancient Puebloans 800+years ago.
My inner prayer had been in overdrive all day.
I took a solo walk for an hour
down the pathway
and climbed some ladders up into caves
carved by Ancient Puebloans 800+years ago.
My inner prayer had been in overdrive all day.
My inner peace building as I walked toward the reward I knew lay ahead.
That reward was being there to climb into the caves
and enjoy the moment, every moment as they happened.
and enjoy the moment, every moment as they happened.
I prayed while in those caves.
I looked out upon a beautiful scene.
It was a scene unchanged much
relative to change happening
in a timespan of human life
verses change happening to rocks.
I was at peace with so much.
I realized I was then at peace with my parent's deaths:
My offences to those who are and those who were my friends:
My offences to my family:
My offences to my child; well more at peace with that one anyway.
Timeless is nothing.
Those who carved the cave died.
Time always marches on.
I am so forever grateful that Ima Soberalcoholic.
The view is so much better from here.
Forever.
So much better indeed.
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