We walked from the San Juan River over hot sand and through scrubby tamarisk to a grove of giant cottonwood. The air cooled and the green leaves of the cottonwood cast stars as they turned in the sun. Sophia and I saw the dazzle and felt the earth’s core, the earth’s crust, the plants’ roots, the leaves’ reach and shiver, the atmosphere’s embrace, the sun and the universe’s shelter, felt it flowing through us, felt the electro-chemical current in our arms, bodies, down through our feet, up through the top of our heads. We were moved without speaking to reach up and out and wave our arms like the trees, to shower gold fireworks from our fingertips, none of this surprising or particular, just a part of, an immersion in, what is.
My dear readers, I have tried to do the moment justice in photos. Can’t do. Perhaps visit some of Georgia O’Keefe’s many paintings of cottonwoods.https://collections.okeeffemuseum.org/object/1040/ Perhaps my word photo makes the moments belong to you. Carol
CarolGM Writer, Editor, Coach, Survivor 
Beauty.
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shimmering with light and love
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Carol, so beautiful. thank you for sharing this piece. much love, Reggie
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The extraordinary in the ordinary.
Thank you! Donna
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Lovely, Carol.
Have I ever sent you to River Teeth and its microessays? You might like them.https://riverteethjournal.com/beautiful-things/
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Hi Dears, How wonderful that you and Sophia shared of joy and surrender in the cottonwood grove….your word picture tells the story and I can mirror the moments. thank you carol….love,e
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hi carol, what is your email…somehow my machine does not share your address with me. A thought…why camp for david’s birthday at an altitude that makes you feel yucky….there are so many beautiful places at easier altitudes for your health. denial is a weird process. love you, ellie
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