Near the Continental Divide and the border of NM I drove through a landscape where the land yawned wide, where jagged rock teeth sliced the wind from unimaginably velvetine swaths of blonde grass. As I drove, that open mouth of silent distance invited me to ask questions that matter even with the knowing that they most often cannot be answered. There is something in all that is so much vaster than our concepts of us and mine, that demands that we swim in the deep waters of the larger questions. And the asking demands the quiet and slowly delivered pondering of those same questions.
Dowsed by smoke from a huge fire raging in wildlands to the south, I felt called to sing for the rain as I continued east. I had just driven through a charred swath that had leapt across the highway...the tracks of a previous burn on those plains.
Thirty miles later rain began to fall and I was amazed to be driving through a downpour for nearly an hour. Suddenly, the monsoons had begun in this huge open landscape and we were drenched and catchment vessels were filled to overflowing each of the following days.
Open space....be it in the gaping desert panes of land or the tumbling tundra devoid of humanity or the never ending sky from a mountain top, or in the space hollowed out in the broken open heart.... liberates us to become larger and more open ourselves.
Open space invites us to find ourselves in the niche created just for us...the place to stand that is ours alone that keeps calling us to return and to know it again.
Just standing in that space opens our eyes to create places for possibility and a perspective unrivaled by the boxed in views that so often accompany our days.
Space in time and space offered to our senses opens our minds to more.
This morning Mystery gifted me a viewing of just this notion wider than I have known through a 20 minute video that I'd like to offer to you as well. As I watched it, I felt my cells shifting....please open your space and time and cells to this provocative gift: Overview Perspective