We Are Overwhelmed

Big Bend has done us in, worn us out, stepped us down, we are overwhelmed.  It takes our whole being to be here, the vastness of it, the barrenness, hopelessly without sustenance, dry, hot, and covered with fine dust.  We are mostly alone, rarely do we drive, walk, or hike in view of other humans.  The vastness, your lover, you.  This also forces you to live in a sense of self-reliance that you're not quite sure you have enough of.  Going armed helps but you can’t get water from a gun.    But this is not the whole truth.  It has overwhelmed us with its vast beauty.  A beauty unknown is a beauty that overwhelms. It is more than we can conceive; it is new and utterly different without analogy so that our minds strain to categorize, our hearts strain to find a rightful place to put it, to think about it, and to praise appropriately.  It is a verge-ness, on the tip of our soul how to describe what we see–the sky is sapphire crystal, as big as heaven gets, the land saturated, filled to the brim with colors of earth, red, white, purple, all in a million hues.  The stars are so vast they give night, light, the moon still below the horizon.  The greens are so sparse they startle when we turn and there’s some.  All of this and this: nature though itself thriving, would, could, and has killed us weak humans by withholding the one thing that makes all this beauty overwhelming, an utter lack of moisture, water, life.  We are overwhelmed.  

Leave this morning for some rest for a couple of days.