Traveling along the back highways of Wyoming, en route to South Dakota, I knew I had a long drive ahead of me. After a long but productive day of work and the struggle to get packed, I finally had time to reflect. It was just me: well, a few other cows, cars, trucks and tractors too, and the highway ahead of me for a long 5.5 hours of travel.
It seemed that I was somehow connected to this highway, and its expansive plains on this beautiful day. This journey was awe inspiring to say the least. I knew I needed a mind "reset" of sorts and that is just what occurred.
You wouldn't find a Starbucks out here nor would you be amidst the bustling sounds of traffic. This part of the world was filled with simplicity, harmony, peace and serenity. It was easy to think and feel out here, and I mean to genuinely feel. Not only was this a visual experience, getting lost as you stare into the vastness of the rolling hills. It could also be a time to reflect on you, your desires, your dreams, your passions.
Each and every part of this journey provided something monumental for me to see, as if the universe was showing me what I had to be grateful for. The way the sun cast a golden glow upon the fields of hay. The way the blue sky collided softly with the ground and was littered with white billowy clouds. The way the trees were gently swaying in the wind.
I rolled down my window to feel the wind. It invigorated me and also tousled my long hair about. I was deep in the heart of America's inner soul. I had this innate desire to pull off to the side of the road and passionately inhale. I could smell the fresh, clean air, devoid of pollution and staleness. I wanted to touch this beautiful soil and to feel it under my feet. The magic energy of this sacred ground enveloped my very heart and soul.
As the day assuredly drew to a close, I glanced off to my left and noticed the soft silhouette of the buttes in the distance. The moon was luminous and crescent shaped and was seated amongst an expansive sky of glittering stars. The sun was nearly gone but cast a radiant glow against the backside of the hills, as if to leave its land waiting in anticipation of its next dance.