Sometimes we need isolation, even if it’s from our own isolation. Sometimes we need to be somewhere with “no service” on our iPhones. Sometimes we need to sleep on the ground. Sometimes we need to see a thousand stars in a dark sky. I remind myself from time to time how blessed I am to be living in New Mexico. It certainly has its drawbacks, but the ability to jump in the car and drive four hours into the remote wilderness is a gift that I unfortunately don’t accept often enough.
My sweetie and I headed down to the southwest corner of the state last weekend, for three days in the Gila Wilderness. The area is enormous and mostly undeveloped; a wonderful mix of forest and desert. Having arrived on a Sunday afternoon, we were pleasantly surprised by the lack of other people around us. The campsite we found for the trip was almost completely devoid of other people. The first night, we heard an amazing array of bird calls, owl hoots, squirrel chirps, and most surprisingly, elk howls.
A day trip to the Gila Cliff Dwellings offered another chance to explore crowd-free. This sliver lining of the pandemic has been a gift to introverts like myself. It was at this point of the trip that we noticed the smoke from a nearby forest fire. We were concerned when the wind blew smoke in our direction, but we stayed the course for the final night, and with a late evening wind shift we were treated to another display of stars.
The final day was a chance to hike through the remains of a 2013 forest fire. It was both humbling and intriguing to walk through the remnants of such destruction. However, the forest was already in the obvious throws of rebirth and regeneration. Burnt trunks of dead trees were ringed by thousands of new saplings, flowers and grasses. Colorful butterflies flitted around fallen tree “snags.” It was the perfect metaphor for so many recent problems.
Nature heals itself… if we stay out of its way. We are part of a larger system of life on this small, blue dot. Humans are not the most significant form of life on the planet… I’m realizing more and more this point. Our lives are brief. Much shorter than that of the tall pines that stretch across the Gila. Much shorter than the age of the cliffside dwellings that stand to remind us of those who came before us. The burned hills reminded me…even in the midst of pain and destruction, fire and death…there are signs of life and regeneration. Sometime you just need to step away from the everyday and let enlightenment show itself to you.