There's something comforting, something continuous about immersing ourselves in the story, the history of the mesa. I come to realize I am also a part of the story of the mesa, part of the huge, beating heart of this place. The land itself pours its mysteries into my bones, my blood, my very being as I walk its glorious earth, our hearts beating together, our breath becoming one.
The mesa is a lover, caressing me with warm winds and sunsets that bring me to my knees.
The mesa is a mentor, teaching me to listen, to wonder, to learn the language of the high desert.
The mesa is my home, the place I always return to, the place my soul resides.