Chris and I went to Jemez this weekend after I taught a morning motorcycle class. I hadn't realized how sick of city noise I was until we were out there. As we wound our way down a bank to the water, I found myself saying "I want to live right here". What I was referring to was the side of the dirt bank, laced with roots.
Even though the water was so loud we could barely hear each other at normal volume, the silence of the place washed away the stench of noise in my head. I see that part of my spiritual journey will be spending more time outside of the city.
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