I think the most spiritual experience I have had this year happened in Albuquerque, NM, where my family and I, who live in NJ, were visiting my favorite cousin Bobby. Bobby is in his mid-50's. He has a son Mark who is 30 (also a daughter Dana who is 26 and has a baby daughter, but she does not figure into the story).
Anyway, we took a tram ride up to Sandia Peak, a beautiful mountain ridge, where you can hike right along the ridge line. The first miracle was that I felt well enough, that day, to even attempt a (verrrry slow) hike.
So we got on the trail, and after a while the five of us split into groups. My husband Jack (46 at the time) was a few yards ahead of me, talking with Mark, and my daughter Susannah (11) was behind me, deeply engaged in conversation with Bobby. And I was just walking along alone, in the middle, and marveling at the way all these people who belonged to me, who have been separated so much by age and distance, were bonding so easily and naturally. And as I walked, breathing the open dry Southwestern air, I felt this great sense of peace settle over me. A sense of being connected to my family, immediate and extended, and a sense of being connected to the Universe. Just in that one moment, I felt perfectly content and relaxed.
It's a memory that I treasure, and that I think about now and then when I'm alone. I don't know if it means anything, or if it would make sense to anyone else. I only know that it was deeply spiritual and beautiful to me, and I felt completely at home, up on the mountain ridge in New Mexico.
Anyway, we took a tram ride up to Sandia Peak, a beautiful mountain ridge, where you can hike right along the ridge line. The first miracle was that I felt well enough, that day, to even attempt a (verrrry slow) hike.
So we got on the trail, and after a while the five of us split into groups. My husband Jack (46 at the time) was a few yards ahead of me, talking with Mark, and my daughter Susannah (11) was behind me, deeply engaged in conversation with Bobby. And I was just walking along alone, in the middle, and marveling at the way all these people who belonged to me, who have been separated so much by age and distance, were bonding so easily and naturally. And as I walked, breathing the open dry Southwestern air, I felt this great sense of peace settle over me. A sense of being connected to my family, immediate and extended, and a sense of being connected to the Universe. Just in that one moment, I felt perfectly content and relaxed.
It's a memory that I treasure, and that I think about now and then when I'm alone. I don't know if it means anything, or if it would make sense to anyone else. I only know that it was deeply spiritual and beautiful to me, and I felt completely at home, up on the mountain ridge in New Mexico.
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