It’s just a matter of Time…

I am a Man who has been to the Mountain Top and I’m forever changed by what happened there. I lived wild in the Deserts and Mountains of Utah and Nevada, Texas, New Mexico and Colorado. Rivers, streams, seeps, weeps and springs have wet my tongue. Moons, Suns, Planets and Galaxies have lit my way as I followed the skinny trail.

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I’m trying to understand what changed me in Wild Places. What is it that heals and restores me at the foot of a mountain, in the high meadows and under a shining Moon – To dance as a child, naked and unafraid?

I have searched my mind and the Wild Places of my past for answers to this question. I have driven thousands of miles to my old camps – To stir through the ashes of my fires – To sleep on the same Earth – What caused this change in me?

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This is one thing I’ve noticed.

In my wanderings I search out Time Monuments – Places where I witness the face of time, undeniable and obvious to all who care to look. Places of bent rock and upthrust which I can measure my own existence against – spoken in a language of gray stone and erosion. In these places I glimpse the Eons.

In Earth’s strata I imagine my place, my grain of sand existence. In the face of time my Ego is stripped from me. It’s not possible to stand with Time Monuments and be filled with boastful pride. Rather I am often knocked to my knees, face to the sky as tears streak my cheeks. I am Awe struck and firmly in the Place I should be. I feel my roots to the center of the Earth and my connection to the Sky above. The Animal within me Howls.

Healing can begin when the Ego is diminished

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I have an ability to sense emotions in Others. This both served me and damaged me during my Law Enforcement career. To be able to smell Fear and see a lie saved me many times. But then to knock on a door in the dark night – To tell parents their child would never be coming home crushed me night after night and in my sleep. Emotion sticks to me.

To be in Solitude and in Wild Places I can be sure all the emotions I experience are genuinely mine. To trust in Self – This is why I search out wildness – These places are my Church, my retreat, my Sanctuary.

This is to live in the Truth of Self – A place to discover Self Love.

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I am Michael – I am the smooth stone at the foot of a Mountain asking how did you change me – I am the ripple on a waterfall pool asking from where did I come – I have always been a part of this – I am Michael

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© 2016, Michael Fulcher. All rights reserved.

3 thoughts on “It’s just a matter of Time…”

  1. Good to read you Michael,
    It’s been a while since you’ve shown up in my email with your thoughts and the beauty of your pictures.
    I still think of you in the general and wide conversations at the VALLEY VIEW pools.
    I hope that your journeying, the peace you have regained and your settling into the truth of your own wholeness are all able to stay with you in the mundane world of relationships and community where we humans tend to find ourselves.
    I hope you can embody the purity of the river with a million year old rock at your back, or the amazing gift of a sunset that is a true original every single day, or the profound quiet of a canyon disturbed only by the song of a wren and carry these as resources as you move through your unfolding life.
    As we learn and know our true selves and can experience our inner peace as a felt sense, then we can move through the chaos of this crazy world and be sure of the touch stone of truth that we always carry within.
    This cannot be shaken by our environment and can be accessed with the simplicity of attending to our breathing, to our physical sensations, to being present in the moments of our life.
    Blessings for your continuing journey of becoming fully you.
    Gale

    1. Thank you Gale like the Storm – I am thankful for your friendship and words – PS: I have found Her, the Woman who has my back – I have know her for a thousand years…

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