Take a few deep breaths,
Settle into the space that you're in,
And imagine yourself here in Owl Canyon on the outskirts of the Mojave Desert.
You can hear the canyon walls echoing a bit to my voice,
Stretching up and around,
Copper green,
Iron red,
And glomerous sandstone.
The waves of a thousand years still etched in some of the rock.
Imagine that smell of the earth,
Fresh,
Clean.
Here you can feel the gift of impermanence.
As things change and weather and grow,
There's beauty,
Plexity of structure,
Space,
And we're here just this brief moment,
Exactly as it is right now.
You can feel the walls holding you,
It's like cradling you right now,
Exactly as you are right now,
Perfectly imperfect.
You can come here anytime,
Just dropping down into the canyon,
The sand beneath your feet,
The crows above,
Resting in this loving awareness.
You can be here for as long as you like.