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Erasing Negative Karmic Traces – त्रीणि

I’d been up since 3 am.  Gathered my day pack together and set out for the Park entrance.  It was 4:30 when I got in line with the rest of the cars.  How many preceded me?  Unknown.  How far to the gate? Unknown. 

It was so pitch black I couldn’t even see the sheer rock walls next to the road.  They loomed hundreds of feet above me.  But that amazing Navaho Sandstone, with its colors ranging from white, to orange, to red to purple gray, wouldn’t be revealed until Grandfather Sun lifted that veil of darkness about an hour later.

The many geological forces that predominate these formations are spread all over the South West.  Volcanic activity exploding with pyroclastic flows of igneous rock.  Layers of wind-blown sand rest in shallow waters forming sedimentary stones.  Great upheavals and high pressures add metamorphic rock to the mix.

Then Nature, the Primordial Artist, wields a River as knife and brush, in this case the Virgin River, to cut through these rock layers.  Differential erosion leaving such beautiful formations that they must be named. The Great White Throne, Checkerboard Mesa, Cougar Mountain, Horse Ranch Mountain, Angels Landing, The Organ, Twin Brothers Peak, The Court of the Patriarchs, The Sentinel, The West Temple, The Towers of the Virgin, The Altar of Sacrifice, The Watchman, Weeping Rock, The Mountain of the Sun, and The Emerald Pools . . .

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A Jumble of Ideas

Wow!  Lately things have been a bit crazy for my mind.  Or maybe it’s like this all the time. 😊

All the cylinders are firing at once as I’ve been working on multiple things. 

New residence Ideas.  New ways to combat health issues.  New ideas for travel destinations.  A “Castle of Memories” and sorting through many of those memories in picture form.  Deep Introspection. 

So many things I want to write about.  It’s left me in a state of confusion, and a sort of passive paralysis. 

In the background of all this mental masturbation are the insane politics the US is going through, and the needless, self-generated, social unrest. 

You can empathically feel the tension.  The anger.  And it is all so unnecessary.  

And draining.

It’s just a little hard to concentrate right now.

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