Earth's Silent Whisper

Connection.

It takes intention, effort and practice.

Today was hoofing it on a mountain trail. 
Some days the endorphins come from yoga, or a bike ride or shoot, even a glass of wine. 

Not today though. 

Making a connection to the earth, the terroir and tapping into our collective energy. 
No pod casts, no music, nothing to drown out the plodding of my sasquatch-sized feet crunching the rocks and desert sand as I glide down the trail. The slight sting of the cool January desert air against my cheeks and the smell of everything green and fresh after a wet winter storm. 

The desert never disappoints in the lingering hours following a good rain.

It took 4.3 miles and 752 vertical feet to get the God juice flowing. Just as it has the hundred other times I’ve performed this ritual. It’s brought me to the brink of what being present feels like. All my senses invigorated and pulsating. 

As the sun dips behind a distant mountain range, the orange glow dancing across the sky like bubbling lava. An eruption of colors hurling their way through the purple hued evening sky.

Yep. I’m alive. 
I’m here. I’m human.
Connected to myself and everything around me.

Happiness flutters by. 
Once, twice, then lands on my shoulder.
Long creases form as my cheeks pull the sides of my lips upward.

My eyes close as my nose takes one last deep drag of dusk’s sweetness.

Grateful.
That’s it.
Alive and grateful.