Four Elements Series: Pt. 2

It was the air that first drew me to California. After a sweat lodge ceremony on my yoga retreat to Mexico, we opened the window and door and watched all the smoke exit to the West. I need to go West, I remember thinking, even further West then I am now.

So this past week was the actualization of that impulse, and I spent my days being again immersed in the air. On my flight into Los Angeles there was a rainbow out the plane window that lasted forever. No one else seemed to notice it, and I wondered if it was even real?

That’s the thing about the air– it’s the utmost element of innate belief over tangible evidence. The air often signifies to me a feeling or a direction, in ways that defy traditional explanation.

When I returned back to Jackson, the air was here for me too. I stepped out of my friend’s car and mused “it smells like Wyoming”. But not meaning a horse in a field or the melting snow or the swaying willow bushes. It smelled/felt/was all the intangible qualities of this and every place we grow into ourselves.

Moment of Gratitude: The vastness of being “here”.