Messages we leave for others to read, why? People who read may not understand it. Letters may be faded away through time. Weathered here. Weathered there and missing letters will change the whole meaning. An earthquake may cause rocks to slide, covering very important details.
A picture of a butterfly? The unfinished pyramid of the dollar? Shamrock? Gorilla? A Dragon? A Cobra? Skull and Cross Bones? What is the significance? What are the mountain carvings tell us?
We are just drivers on the road with mere milliseconds to receive the message, translate it, and determine how to respond. This is what happened months ago. Driving on the side of the road on Highway 23, passing Grimes Canyon road. I saw the carving on the wall, "We Miss U Jenna"
The weather has made its marking. Cutting the mountain sides.
Slices remind me of Zion.
Carvings remind me of Nazca.
Months passed and that feeling came again. I was afraid. Afraid that if I did not come back, I would never go back. Had that chance to go on that journey before. But I let it pass me by. Always felt that there was time to go back. I have regretted it forever. Looking back. . .Looking now . . .I know a few who grew up without. They are strong and good people. Still, there is a void. This memory would haunt forever. As it should. In time, the pain will fade. Its the weathering that hurts.
Pulling over the side of the road, I was afraid of drivers getting distracted and swerving off the road. I was afraid there would be an accident and somehow someone would get hurt. I was afraid that the loose sand under my car was acting like quicksand. Car was not getting traction. I was afraid I would get stuck. There has been so much I have missed. Not trying. . .Well, I would rather be buried under the rubble. Its a risk worth taking. Just pull over and let my Angel guard me.
What the carvings meant to me is that was an attempt to immortalize right now. It was to mark a moment when people were in Love. It was moment to remember loved one that have gone on. It was mark for all to see as the drive on by. It was message for the future. Like graffiti on the wall. Like a tattoo on the arm. Like a blog post on the world wide web. Like a monkey in Peru.
2013 It is the year of the Water Snake. A time of change.
Year of the water snake 2013
In time, all this we be erased. It will be weathered through time. Like Lent, we must be reminded. From dust we came. From dust, we return. In the meantime, it is our duty to remember. Not for us, but for them. This may be futile and ridiculous, but this drama. This drama is the fun part. It is why we leave home. Its for the adventure. Who we are is simple. It is the choices we make and how we choose to leave our mark on the world.
Carvings remind me of Nazca.
