Ever wonder what its like going through a huge summer lighting storm in Utah, being the tallest thing around for miles. Below I have posted an account of my experience getting hit by a huge one while walking in the remote back country in the San Rafael Desert. Feel free to give it a read!
The Night I Cried
It was the end of the day, the sun was beginning to set for its daily dip upon the horizon. I was on a dirt BLM road deep in the backcountry headed directly west, the sun aligned itself perfectly on the center of the road. It shone like gold and cast the sand dunes of the San Rafael Desert in harvest glowing light.
To the right of the sun away in the distance my eyes played voyeur to a storm, dumping electricity onto the earth, at times interlocking its beams through the clouds and traveling a distance through the sky before touching its lips in butterfly kisses to the ground. At times the strikes would pulsate and remain in the sky for longer intervals, holding moments of sensual release, before it would dissipating in time leaving little to trace for the air that once held it.
I was pumping away the last few miles of my day, loudly cooing, oohing and aahing, celebrating the amazing sights before me. My eyes shifting around to all that surrounded me, but never quite wanting to pull away from the clouds, in anticipation of witnessing the next strike and to figure where the storm was headed.
I was especially lost in the glowing sand, it's picture perfect twist and turns of troughs and peaks. It sparked within me the image of water ripples that were damned to be contained, yearning to be set free, trapped and torn static, unable to move its motion down the plane of its vector.
I thought of the chaos that swirled itself within the sands perfectly painted flowing lines.
"How many countless "individual" particles are contained in just one ebb, in just one flow?"
I find that nature revels herself when gazing at the most entropic aspects of her designs. With so many individual parts the results are chiseled and smoothed out,her true form shows. I see the same chaos in myself, at the whim of so many possibilities, by the control of so many parts. She shows herself in me because I am too nature, indeed in one of her entropic forms. The system of sand reminds me of the system I percolate, and I see our design one in the same.