EVENT HISTORY IN MORE WORDS

The tent is packed away, the ice chest is cleaned and also packed away, the laundry is
done and I have mostly caught up with my sleep. All of which means I should be able to
write about our Earth’s Day event without sounding like someone from a completely
different planet.

I had never been out to the event site until early morning on the 19th. We arrived
in the dark, with the need to arrange a few last minute details before the 7 a.m. start
so we were on the course walking before I had a chance to pay attention to the
surroundings.

That is when I became enchanted. Imagine walking along a dirt road, rocky and uneven in
places, but straight. You leave a small group of homes and there is another cluster of
buildings about 200 yards ahead, but otherwise you are surrounded by fields in various
stages of cultivation. Some are empty but the soil is plowed and ready for planting.
Some fields have haba beans, others have alfalfa, still others are showing corn stalks
taller than the ones in your own garden. You can feel your spirit expanding to meet the
space and tranquility around you.

Up ahead, near the turnaround point, the fog is oozing along like ectoplasm and the
sky turns orange as the sun begins to appear. You turn around, ready to head back
across the valley you have just walked through, and there about 50 miles away are two
of the most stunning mountains you have ever seen: Popocatapetl and Itzacihuatl, with
blankets of snow from top to bottom the way they used to be, the way Tlahuicole himself
must have seen them, the way they hardly ever are anymore. The dawn light makes them
appear huge and close enough to touch and you can hardly breathe, they are so lovely.

You forget about trying to set personal records, you simply want to walk, see and feel
the beauty of the planet. And that is exactly what happened to me. I became a tourist.
I listened to redwing blackbirds singing. I smelled the aroma of the fields; I watched
the sunlight change on the mountains and the fog tiptoe home. Later in the day I felt
the sting of the hot dirt on my feet, and sat to listen to a happy bird so high in a
tree that I never could see him, but his song echoed the one in my heart at that very
moment:

HERE I AM ENJOYING MY LOVELY HOME…THANK YOU SUN…THANK YOU MOON…THANK YOU EARTH…
HERE I AM…YOU COULD BE HERE TOO…JUST LOOK UP…LOOK DOWN…LOOK AROUND…LISTEN…
HERE I AM WAITING FOR YOU…FOLLOW ME…WE WILL DISCOVER THE WORLD.

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