Written about the eve of April 27, 2013, Ancient Bristlecone Pines, White Mountains, California
White lights disguised as head lamps criss-cross the ancient trees. Random souls placed at the top of the world, discovering their passions and their fates, together.
Asked to pray for peace and for each other, we did. With cameras and equipment under our arms and wrapped around our bodies, we carried out our visions into the wild, wise, wind blown trees. At the crest of the White Mountains, 11,188 feet of elevation, we touched the heavens if only by an inch. Gathering around for one last lecture, he sent us off alone.
“This is a sacred special place. Most people will never walk these trails or see these trees with their own eyes. You are special and blessed to be among the worlds oldest livings things. Feel their energy and let it flow into your creativity,” he said.
Finding my place far from the other students, I sat and watched. My camera still in my bag, I did not feel the need to hurry. Taking in the majesty before me, wondering about the wisdom of the ancient pines, wondering if I asked them a question, would they answer? Asking them to educate me on things I did not understand, I asked. I begged and pleaded for answers. They assured me that it was not my camera that brought me here. They shared with me that the new leg of my journey was beginning, at that moment, on that very special day. It was a feeling that my purpose in this life was taking on a new shape. My camera was only a distraction that led me to my home. It was opening the lens behind my eyes to a new self I needed to discover.
The dusty road took me towards a twisted grove of pines, each managing to barely touch each others branches. I imagined the tremendous forces of wind that shaped and sealed each piece of wooden art. Their mangled beautiful limbs carried a multitude of my thoughts north to an unknown place. One I dreamed about on rainy days. Was I not worth the answers? Am I not good enough to know the truth? What the hell just happened? How did I end up here, alone?
Slowly, opening up and surrendering to my environment, the art poured out of my camera. Amazed at what I was creating, looking at the live view, relieved that I could capture with clarity what I could see 20 feet in front of me, yet hundreds of miles away at the same time.
Some time later that evening, perhaps at the moment I was most awake within myself, my cell phone found a connection and activated. This tiny transformer to the outside world began to sing like crazy. Texts from my guides came flooding in. Photos of my children came through to me. A touching hello from a place I did not know. Signals or signs from above that my loved ones cared about my well-being. Tears of joy and sadness flooded out of my body. Sobs of desperation, of wanting to see and hold these precious beings broke over my being.
I just wanted to hold them all.
Reflecting back on that night, I understand now that my guides were starting new legs of their journeys, with me, along for their latest ride. On that night, with every star in the sky alive and shining brilliantly against mine, we held hands transparently across the miles, ready to begin the next chapters of our lives.
Some are still here, some are gone, some are reaching me from a place I cannot see…. yet.
Love and Light, M