While hiking in the Palm Springs area, I am discovering that
every landscape is about being water in the desert.
Walking into the painted canyons in the Mecca Hills means moving
where water was moving. Even the stones appear still suspended in the tumble of
the current.
Fingers of water sculpt the Box Canyon walls,
and carve some heart-stopping moments of drama and beauty
when climbing the ladders in the slot canyons,
where the stones flow as if from a water birth.
When water does appear in the shady depths of the Indian Canyons
even the shadows seem made of splash.
The height of mountains in Joshua Tree National Park look to
be but a rim of shore above an ancient sea. Take a moment to bless the water in your life. Happy hiking from the Journey Oracle.
