After yesterday’s potentially life-threatening “Practice Opportunity” with our llama, which, gratefully he survived, we have had day after day of bliss and beauty. No Internet, no phones, no appointments , just clouds to watch forming and reforming across the Cerulean blue sky, hours drifting lazily by. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do. Don’t do something, just sit there!
Time in the high Sierras, for me, is like the most replenishing meditation retreat. I practically never look at my watch to see what time it is. I find myself living solely following the rhythms of nature and of my body, awakening to the sun, we nap or rest or swim in the lake when the sun is high and hot. We go to bed when it is dark, and find ourselves sleeping deeply, like hibernating bears, snug in our den (tent). I wake up, refreshed, remembering dreams more vividly, finding my dreams far more compelling and meaningful at high altitude. I have time lying in the tent to reflect on them, adding the gift of reverie and introspection as the sun slowly rises.
Swiss Fondue and Fresh Veggies, anyone?
Because this campsite on Matlock Lake is so gorgeous and blissfully private, we decide not to pack up, pull up stakes and move on as we have usually done in the past, but we’ll stay here and take day hikes to the surrounding lakes and passes. Thus days have a simple routine defined by carrying water for the llamas and the dogs, filtering it for ourselves,preparing meals (grain in each llama’s grain basket, dog food in the dog’s little bowls, making coffee, serving granola and fresh fruits in our breakfast bowls), sitting, meditating, then reading, talking softly, holding hands and intermittently smiling appreciatively, then washing the dishes, carrying more water, sitting again, watching cloud formations magically shift and observing the change of the light throughout the day from bright fresh dawn to the warm alpenglow following sunset.
We hike or fish when it is cool and we feel invigorated. The days literally glide by according to our own bio-rhythms and the patterns of nature, stringing a sweet Sierra necklace of pearls of each present moment, one after the other.