The stars are still there..you just have to find a quite place to see them. They waited while we set up tents, made a fire ,started the camp stove and then above us appeared the milky way and all her friends. Its good to be reminded that we live amidst beauty ..the kind that nature has gifted us and will exist with or without us.
The Utah ( Moab) landscape is also an artists dream of rocky forms and surreal shapes..my mind wondering off to clay forms and red dirt from years ago.
All week Hot Air Balloons glide above us in the New Mexican bright blue sky..I awaken to the whoosh..sound of the pilot opening the valve and heating the air that will carry his balloon out into the desert. A tall white balloon slowly, quietly approaches and stops above the house I go out in pajamas and look up...it turns a quarter round ..it's Jesus.. "Hi ..I say , get my message? " He drifts away. Bye Jesus.