I didn’t want to rush the moment. I wanted to feel it–to notice it. To notice myself in it. To simply be, and to let the moment wash over me. Like the ebbing away of a tide that washes over the shore. Because I knew the moment was never meant to last. That it would be gone before I even knew it. A faded memory that I would have to relive in bits and pieces on unknown days.
I didn’t want to forget what it felt like to truly be there. How it breathed life into me, and gave me the gift of feeling so alive. Or how the edges of earth felt, against my human fingertips. The juxtaposition of stone versus bone and skin…How it taught me, that you can feel the Universe in a single moment. You can feel your place in it. The beauty. The history. The untouched, pure, unadulterated landscape of a wild planet, where dinosaurs once roamed. And how if you just breathe it in, and listen to it’s language, it will forever change you. It will awaken something new inside of yourself. Something untapped and untamed.
So I sat on the earth, before entering The Wave. Sweaty. Dusty. Eyes sparkling. Heart beating. In complete awe and gratitude from the journey it took to get there. It’s why I travel. It’s why I seek new experiences, new geographies…It teaches and gives me something humans can’t. It’s allows my spirit, to be wild and free.
Here is my video diary from the day.