– More beautiful rituals on our way home –
There is a lovely oasis in San Ignacio in the middle of the Baja peninsula. After a long day of driving in the desert heat, it is such a delight to rest there in the shade of the palm trees and wake up next morning at the little lake and see ducks and little song birds and feel the spring.
The 300 years old mission in San Ignacio is quite a sight. Each time when I’m here I sit in this church for a while and reflect on the strange, heavy, and oppressive vibes I seem to pick up here. It all breathes the expression of power, of projected guilt and all the rest of the once so fatefully influential catholic belief system. Considering the extremely rough conditions when it was created, the artwork may be understandably primitive, but I can’t help to find it soulless and loveless.
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See our rig in the middle.
What do you see when you return to a place? Change. What do you see when you remain at a place? Change. What do you see when you look, really look? Impermanence. Stagnation is a concept that doesn’t exist. Clinging and grasping is what causes suffering. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been here before; I learned this lesson long ago during our wild traveling times. But I learned it also by coming here again and again.
Gabriela is here again, Parvin taught her some English years ago and gave her some sense how to deal with tourists. It’s quite beautiful to see today how she had actually picked up these messages and runs her business with this place very nicely now. And she has managed to educate her husband and pull him out of a serious drinking problem and at the same time raise three kids quite successfully.
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And then we move on, cross the border and take refuge in Joshua Tree N.P. – also a ritual by now. First very windy, then paradise as usual. Down in Yucca Valley we can finally buy all the luxurious stuff again and Parvin cooks dinners to die for.
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Then, up 395 along Owens Valley, parading under the glorious white wall of the Sierras – surely a ritual for a long time now – we get into much rougher climates.
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There are hot springs, many, and we know the best of them.
Some of these pools need to be mixed it with cold water, otherwise you really get cooked.
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The weather looks good, so we push on over those 8000 feet passes,
Why did I not buy some chains? Didn’t we run into this often enough?
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Well, we made it home one more time, but only to find out that the power company had neglected to reconnect power to our house. It was a weekend, so two more days camping in front of our house. During the day we sit in the house, fortunately the stove doesn’t need power, and we have plenty of firewood.
It’s very, very still. It is so precious, so pure. It’s our house, all is very familiar, but it feels as if everything is sleeping. All the clutter, all those ‘things‘ waiting to be re-animated. It’s wonderful to sit in this stillness, to be present but not engaged yet.
I already went through the mail to look for looming catastrophes; each time there is a ton of mail waiting to be dealt with when we come home. Almost 6 months absence! Even though we have organized this crazy on-and-off life pretty well by now our not-being-available for long periods of time remains a source of little problems.
It could be worse! All could be so much worse!
Klaus April 5. 2009