It never ceases to amaze me how suddenly and completely life can change. This is the explanation for my absence from this blog. With the experience of new places and new faces, my new life now feels fully underway. I don’t have a clear picture of it yet, but that does not worry me in the slightest, as the clearer the picture is, the more likely it is to be an illusion anyway. Too much has changed to relate it all in one post… so I’ll start with the beginning.
A little over a month ago I embarked on a journey to the southwest of America. On this journey I experienced a plethora of spectacle (Vegas) and Mother Nature at her most majestic (Arizona). Among these many experiences three stood out that I feel deserve sharing.
The first was the Love show in Las Vegas. Now, I am no aficionado of the theatre, having been to far more concerts than shows, and certainly not an expert in circus by any means… but I simply cannot imagine any show that could capture the transformative magic of art any better than this one. It is billed as a tribute to the Beatles performed by the Cirque Du Soleil, but it is far more than that. This is truly a Beatles production, and I couldn’t help but think that this was exactly what they were aiming for with Sgt. Pepper and the magical mystery tour… if only the Cirque had existed then. If you can possibly find a way to make it to Vegas to see this, I guarantee you will not regret whatever it cost to get you there. I spent nearly the entire show in a state of utter glee and wonder, magically transformed into a child once again… my crusty old heart was cracked wide open… and that, my friends, is priceless.
The second experience I want to share was actually a series of majestic and spiritual places I passed through in southern Utah and northern Arizona. This is truly some very special geography and I think I understand now why so many founders of religion did their finding in the desert. While all the deserts and canyons were tremendous each in their own way, one place in particular did stand out: Monument Valley. This is a place, deep into Navajo Country, where you can literally hear the spirits of our ancients whispering. Words fail me… so here is a photo:
Finally, the last experience was a week spent hanging out with an old and dear friend in Texas. The trouble with being a philosopher sometimes is you forget what its like to just be, and to do that being in the company of a kindred spirit. The reminding of that did me more good than even I know.
So! I am back, changed, and filled with good spirit… more to come.
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