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Order From Chaos
Day Twenty-Six – March 14, 2010
I woke up feeling great and in an excellent mood. I was very excited to start this day. I was looking forward to my two o’clock meditation and excited about one of my planned destinations.
I spent a couple of hours in the morning touching up my journal for day twenty-five and enjoying my last grapefruit from Sam’s place back in Palm Springs. Afterward, I headed out to explore more Las Cruces areas and attend my meditation.
I arrived at the Metaphysical Life Enrichment Center (MLEC) on time and experienced the most fantastic meditation led by the center’s owner. The meditation was perfect. I not only obtained some critical insight, but I was also able to ground myself and replenish some much-needed energy. It also allowed me to connect with some incredible souls. I was very grateful for this time.
After I said goodbye to everyone at the MLEC, I headed to Mesilla, New Mexico, just on the other side of the interstate from Las Cruces. This little town reminded me of a much smaller Santa Fe. It was so beautiful and alive. People were walking around everywhere. I stood on the corner of one intersection and listened to a live band play La Bamba. I couldn’t contain myself. I was practically dancing in the street.
After listening to the band for about thirty minutes, I began my stroll around the plaza. It was a magnificent day.
I had a lovely time in Mesilla, but it was finally time to roll onto Highway 70 and head east toward Alamogordo, New Mexico.
I drove for about an hour until I arrived at White Sands National Monument. I wasn’t sure what attracted me to this place or why I wanted to visit so badly, but White Sands had been on my radar for more than ten years. I was so excited when I finally pulled into the park.
After paying my entrance fee, I drove to the end, exited my truck, and took a long hike through the beautiful white sand. I felt like I was walking on the moon. It was so vast and expansive; it was hard to take it all in. I sat in the sand, dug both hands down into my wrists, and prayed for everyone I had met so far on my journey. I prayed for a safe trip in the future, and I gave thanks to the Creator.
I then started having fun with my shadow and my camera.
I was so happy; tears rolled down my face, and I began writing messages in the sand. I took the following photos.
After I finished playing, I continued to walk around the park while I waited for the sun to start setting. While I was exploring this one photo opportunity, a young gentleman appeared over one of the dunes, and I snapped his photo.
As he approached me, I introduced myself and asked him for his email address so I could email the photo to him later that evening.
After getting acquainted, I learned he was originally from Russia but lived in Silver City, NM. He was a geologist on assignment in New Mexico and had lived and traveled all over the world. He brought powerful cameras and appeared to be an excellent photographer. I loved his accent and facial expressions.
He and I attended the Sunset Tour, which started at 6:15 PM…
Then, eventually, he broke off from the tour and continued taking photos. He went off in one direction, while I headed in another. At one point, I looked behind me and discovered that we were about two hundred yards from one another.
I ventured onto one of the highest dunes in the area to take in the sunset and do some more meditation. I even took my shoes off and sunk my bare feet into the sand. The sand was so cool and refreshing.
I must have meditated for at least fifteen minutes or so. I wasn’t sure. I lost track of time. As I was taking one of my last photos,
My new friend walked up from behind. We took in the sunset together, snapping photo after photo.
After the sun finished setting, my new friend and I escorted one another to the parking lot, exchanged goodbyes, and headed off in our separate vehicles. He headed to Silver City, and I headed to Alamogordo.
As I was driving away, I thought how strange life can be. People can share such a brief, significant moment together, drifting in and out of each other’s lives, probably never to be seen again. I wanted to get to know this young man better, but we were headed in different directions.
I arrived in Alamogordo about thirty minutes later. I had a nice dinner and checked into an inexpensive motel. It was so intimate that I could hear the permanent residents talking through the motel wall, which was kind of comforting.
I worked on my journal and emailed my new friend his photos. I heard from him a few hours later. He had made it to Silver City safely.
I drifted off to sleep sometime later.