Open spaces, that was all that greeted me this past week. Traveling through the Eastern Sierras down highway 395 and down down down into Death Valley. What a beautiful desolate place. Hundreds of feet below sea level, dry, windy and warm. Driving Titus Canyon, with steep rocky walls so close one could reach out and nearly touch them. Over mountain passes so steep one slip could send you to a tumbling grave. Viewing mountain sides a glow with evening sunlight, full of an artist pallet of color. I needed this hugeness, this bigger than life canvas to let me know I'm a tiny thing. Quiet days, starry nights, morning hikes were all medicine for a searching soul. Knowing my place in the scheme of things is so important to me and being out in the largeness of nature helped me with that knowing. It was a good place to spend time.