Boynton Canyon Vista

I returned to Boynton Canyon yesterday. My third visit, so I knew I would enjoy it. But I decided to take the path to the "vista." Many trails have these paths near the beginning. It gives those who don't want to go to the end of the trail a chance to ascend to a place with good views. I decided it would be a good time to explore the vista, since I had some time limits.

It was not a long climb, though it was a nice challenge. When I got there I was surprised to see so many cactus fruit ripened. Seems to be ripening earlier than other areas. It was beautiful to see the landscape dotted with the reddish-purple orbs. I have placed some photos in this collection. The atmosphere was so inviting, I decided to explore the area around the trail. I discovered more trails and interesting rock formations. I sat for a while, too. I felt the strong buzzing vibration of a vortex. This was much stronger than I had felt on my previous visits. I was in a relaxed meditative state, very deep. I almost walked right into a young snake. You will see his photo, too. Looks like he recently shed his skin. Once I stopped, he stopped. So, I watched for a while. Noticed how his tail responded to my subtle movements and sounds. Then I continued on.

So many beautiful vibrations flowing through my body, through my brain. I walked along several tributary trails. Exploring the plants, rocks and cliffs--which were relatively safe at this elevation. On my way down I was startled by the recognition that I had walked by two juvenile deer. I think they must have been enjoying the cactus fruit so much they didn't notice me. I watched them for a while, too. Very peaceful. They moved gracefully and carefully. As long as I stood quietly, they made no sudden moves. It was remarkable. I felt an incredible lightness of being. That little walk to the vista was like a deep cleanse. More than even the other special times in these red rocks, it helped me deeply remember my connection to the earth. It helped me remember my purpose.

I am doing my best to hold on to it. I feel like the character in Paulo Coelho's Alchemist, who has to go through a palace and note all of the wonders and artworks while holding oil in a spoon. I have to try, try again to remember. Everyday. Like my ancestors before me I must recognize the purpose that is greater than my own individual life, and pass it on...