Quick Blog Entry! We hiked in a 108 degree Utah sun. The journey itself a sort of tribute to 2 sandstone sentinels of the desert. But what is heat to 65 million years of stratified rock? To Earthen towers whittled into brittled brilliance by erosion, by wind & rain?
You have to be patient with this part of the continent. In silence, in arches, the desert secrets reveal themselves to you.
Nature revels in taking various physical forms. Earth bares her soul through expanses of sand and scrub trees.
The significance of duality hidden in her barren places. The moral of rom-coms and confidence- the edifice of true beauty will always remain.
In turn we also bare ourselves before her. Why else would we come if not to offer a salute, an homage, to honor two sienna colored outcroppings?
Do we see ourselves, our collective future, mirrored in these lone survivors of an evaporated sea?
I am coming to know the desert as a subtle teacher. She left us Earthen statues as reminders of our temporal existence. The stubborn ingenuity of land which is shaped by elements, tools on a planetary workbench.
We are also clay upon the potter’s wheel. We are being guided to new revelations of understanding of how humans fit into the convoluted Cosmos.
Earth isn’t dying, but the ecological effects on the planet are a result of humankind’s selfish and disconnected behaviors.
Were we to raise our collective vibrations we would change our behaviors on a global scale. The Earth would no longer need to force homeostasis upon us. Once we bring ourselves into submission the natural order will return as well.
Dust be dust but we are towers rising from ochre ashes. Monuments hedging their bets; living on edges of the human spirit. Steadfast warriors guarding the vast sand-baked sinews of our souls.
This is just one interpretation extrapolated from a Universe, a planet, a human race arching out in constant fluxes of creation.
We exist beyond gutters and starlight. And I’m aching to know it all.
The Free Radical 
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