Colorado

by Debra Mae White on June 1, 2013

Cherry blossoms and lilacs were in bloom as we arrived in southwestern Colorado. We came in search of the Ancient Pueblo people who inhabited the land for centuries before the modern day dwellers. Our guides estimated over 30,000 Native Americans once lived in the area that surrounds the excavated ruins we saw. Current residents total only a fraction of that number, a testament to the resilient spirit of our forbearers who tamed the harsh land millenniums ago.

When we boarded the Silverton-Durango train, we stepped back in time. The locomotive touts a history dating to the 1800’s and is the longest continuously running rail in the country. Views too majestic to describe passed by our window as we watched in wonder. I became smitten with the Aspens whose saplings grow so close together they look like young lovers that cannot bear to be apart. Someone said there is one root system supporting all these vibrant trees that dot the hillsides in droves. Perhaps that sight is a perfect hologram for the oneness that nourishes all of humanity.

We were privileged to hike Chimney Rock, a newly established National Park, tackle the trail to Treasure falls, tucked in the hills at the base of Wolf Creek and climb the cliffs at Mesa Verde. The hot sulfur springs rumored to hold healing powers provided a welcome respite at the end of our adventurous days. All these things we did in search of the essence of the Great Spirit that lives among the ponderosa pines and juniper.

Yet it is not the awe inspiring views from my seat on the Silverton Durango train that I will remember the most. It is not the herd of elk that happened by, the wild turkey or the whistle pig that stole my heart. Even the sight of the soaring golden eagle could not compare with the stillness I found in the small moments when I stopped to hear the sound of wind shifting in the canyons.

Nature left untouched will echo the sound of silence for those who are ready to hear. We walked in the pathways of our predecessors to connect with the simplicity of a reverence shared across the ethers of time. It was there in that quiet, intimate space that the sanctity of our sojourn was brought forth and consecrated our hearts.

In the end, isn’t that all that matters?

Savor the moment…

Debra Mae

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Linda June 7, 2013 at 7:59 am

What a beautiful, quiet picture of your experience you paint for us.

And, what an adventure!

xx Linda

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Debra Mae White June 7, 2013 at 5:38 pm

Glad to know you enjoyed reading this post Linda. Thanks!

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