Wild Rivers Recreation Area, Spring Break 2015

Camping outside of Taos. We were the only ones in the campground that night. Setting up camp we realized that we were the first people who had been on the grounds since the snow melt. It was cold, but significant cloud cover was keeping us warm as we set up the fire for the evening. We were exploring around the area, and Tim pointed out the ground. The soil was beautiful, as the snow had melted away, untouched by human foot prints, we were breaking fresh ground. Which seemed reflective of our relationship on a good day.

Close by there was a major gorge that blew me away. I couldn’t believe that this space had barely claimed status as a state park. The giant break seemed as remarkable as the Grand Canyon had been the summer before. The confluence of the Rio Grande and the Red River. Carrying history rich in the same repetitive cycles of human behavior. Crashing together and creating unpassable divides.

As we got the fire going, night fell, and the cloud cover moved from overhead releasing all of the heat trapped on the earth from the sun during the day. Leaving us freezing and breathless, as we began to see the outcropping of stars. We had been searching for meaning and healing, something our relationship seemed to constantly demand. In that moment we were able to take a step back and sit in reminder that there really was something bigger than ourselves. Our problems were comparatively small, and our relationship cosmically more significant than anything life had to throw at us.