– Hot spring – hopping down south –
We take off early this time. No retreat this year – we sat one in spring at Cloud Mountain.
The summer was expansive and sublime – somehow domestic this year.
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As to be expected we take off in rain, and the entire first day is soaking wet. There is a snow-park at the base of Mt. Hood in Oregon where we often spend the first night.
We always take the last flowers from home with us.
The sky is wide open, the roads are empty. Hwy 140 through southern Oregon and northern Nevada is one of our favorite routs. For more than 200 miles it is rare to see anything man-made there. A car every 10 or 15 minutes is the only reminder that you are not completely alone on this planet.
After a few days on the road now we are in tune again with this lifestyle. The senses open up to the vastness around. The gigantic silence of the nights is not empty but rich with subtle messages that color our dreams.
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While slowly rolling down these empty desert roads we have long wonderful conversations. It’s as if these vast landscapes gently open up not only the senses but the heart, and things emerge from the depth of the heart that seem to depend on this unique moving serenity to transform into thoughts and words. Riding along these empty straight roads, where changes outside only come in subtle nuances, you might easily think that after one look you’ve seen it all and sink into boredom that can almost hurt. But when you just sail on from horizon to horizon, from somewhere to nowhere, when destination as well as origin become empty elusive phenomena that don’t confine you anymore, you may become super sensitive and capable to listen as you’ve never listened before, you may leave the crude and so often corruptive tool of the mind unused, subdued by the tranquility, idling in the background, and listen with only your heart. And you may find yourself speak thing that surprise yourself the most.
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Klaus Independence/CA – October 20. 2010