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The Wyoming Basin: I enjoyed the remoteness the basin had to offer as it invited me to contemplate. I would find myself looking far off into the distance and I couldn’t see an end in sight. Wide open plains, no cars or people for days. Only me, the sagebrush covered hills and the snow capped mountains in the distance. The windy road walks felt like God took a paintbrush and playfully squiggled some lines onto a canvas, symbolic of how I felt about my path in this life: wavering, rocky, undefined, changeable, unable to see ahead, magical, open.
I pondered, Why do we need all these cities, all these “things”? Most of Wyoming was scattered with small western towns that provided only the basic necessities. Sometimes it would take hundreds of miles just to drive to the next town. I often feel that we, as humans and a society, sort of “missed the mark” when we went down this promising path of materialism and fast consumerism. There’s been so much time, money and energy invested in material things that by the time we know it, we’ll realize that we neglected ourselves, our community and land.
I didn’t hear the sound of my voice most every day of this stretch and it felt so invigorating to not have my mind preoccupied with thoughts of trying to impress people or be “somebody” in the apparent world. Instead, I sun bathed my yoni while the wind blew through my armpit hair and I fell into a meditative state of self care.
I watched as the wild horses ran around the open plains and the way they symbolized the freedom we all held but have forgotten. I felt a strong attraction arise to the idea of living a simple, traditional lifestyle. To me that meant going back to the basics: hunting, making art with my community, singing and dancing beside the fire, telling stories. Mahalo Wyoming for opening my eyes and inspiring new visions. 🙏🏻