Reflecting on The Door Trail

Probably 10+ years ago, I stayed in South Dakota near the “Door Trail.” I thought I’d share what I wrote about it a few years back.  Enjoy

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I hiked the Door Trail early this morning and found the peace and solitude to be like rain in the desert to my soul.  It was easy to see the different stages of the natural weathering away process of the formations. I likened it to us, humans, as we age and evolve into something just as beautiful as the moment we were conceived. Each stage is profound and gorgeous in its own way.  Everything in life is in a constant state of going somewhere else. The sky holds some ominous storm clouds and the darkening colors change the mood and feeling of the formations and even deepen their character.

It is very calming to watch several small Rock Wrens busily looking for food over the sparse vegetation.  Never stopping; always checking.  Busy busy busy while sharing such beautiful song for all that listen. Their life of constant searching pulls me deep into the spirit of this land and the harsh beauty of it all. The wind; ah the wind.  My love of the wind is certainly being fed today as well. I almost feel like I need to open my skin up somehow and let the wind clean my soul out – to refresh it – to feed it – to bring it back to life.

I’ll need the rain to touch all of me while in this “open” state, to moisten the seeds of life and joy that have been waiting to germinate. I have locked part of me up so tight that even the sun, wind, and rain cannot get to my soul to nourish me.  Maybe it’s time to open myself to that moisture and germinate more healing of me.  Some moisture comes from tears, my tears, and some will come from my prayers to the Great Mystery for guidance.

I’m sitting up on my secret cliff by the cabin I always stay in and write what I do, and see what I see, and feel what I feel.  The beauty around me is a panorama of the Creators Walk and Mother Earthy’s love and support.  The birds are singing, the blue of the Mountain Bluebirds is vivid and vibrant.  In the background is the dark, harsh results of Mother Nature at her best – her creation of elements. Like life, which has harsh beauty and powerful movements that change the landscape of one’s feelings and outlook on life.

With each passing moment, I become one with it all.

One Comment on “Reflecting on The Door Trail

  1. I’m glad we only have moments. We need most of our time to screw everything up, so we can appreciate those ” moments”. Lol.

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