Friday, April 12

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At the End of the Road

At the End of the Road: Gratitude & Grace

What blessing brings you to the end of the road? Perhaps you have met the community of friends that you have always sought, living the values that you hold dear. Perhaps it is the beauty of the interface between sky and magnificent mountains, the unpolluted air that heals your lungs and lets you breathe with a freedom to be treasured. Perhaps the wandering deer touch your longing for kinship with all life. Are you aware how much you love trees?   Can you remember the first one you hugged?  Are you grateful for their peace, for the protection they...

At the End of the Road: Move slowly, watch your step

The helicopters were insistently trying to find and rescue the young woman who lost her life on Crestone Peak last week. Impeded by weather and the famed inaccessibility of her last reported location, they finally stopped when her body was spotted below the ledge on which she had reported herself stranded. The route she seems to have taken to her death is well marked. It appears to be a shortcut, but has led to many climbers’ deaths. And yet, it is still a trap for someone in a hurry to beat the  changing weather or overconfident in their ability to...

At the End of  the Road: A victim of emotional climate change? Whatever happened to the “Crestone Wave?”

When family members I still call “kids” who are now in their fifties visit me today in Crestone, they ask, “Why is nobody waving when they pass you on the road?”   In the past, even to encounter another human being was rare enough that you acknowledged it with some kind of salute, whether a wave or a discreet nod, or a forefinger lifted vertically from the top of the steering wheel if you didn’t want to commit to someone who might not know the custom.  Waving was unremarkable road behavior and hardly onerous in the days when two cars...

At the End of the Road: What’s so special

Two turkey vultures circle silently overhead.  Ominous.   One raindrop falls from a cloudless sky and hits the corner of my eye.  Is the sky grieving too?  I have been grieving for the planet these last few months, and today that grief is focused on the place I have called home for 36 years. Newcomers to Crestone/Baca may think they have found an escape here, at the end of the road.  Perhaps a temporary respite from the intensity “out there”, but there is no escape.  We are all suffering the effects of our culture’s unsustainable and ungrateful plunder of mother...

At the End of the Road: Move slowly, watch your step

The helicopters were insistently trying to find and rescue the young woman who lost...

At the End of  the Road: A victim of emotional climate change? Whatever happened to the “Crestone Wave?”

When family members I still call “kids” who are now in their fifties visit...

At the End of the Road: What’s so special

Two turkey vultures circle silently overhead.  Ominous.   One raindrop falls from a cloudless...
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