Sunlight breaks through the morning cloud cover to strike my eyelids. It is insistent and beckoning, like the hawk or eagle who flies above us, so spectacular in its being that we feel drawn to accompany it on its path through the winds. It pushes and prods at me, this reddish-golden glow. It infuses the world around me, and regardless of where I turn it is there calling. Always it calls me.

I push my way up from my sleeping place and gaze out into the valleys below me. Mist hangs heavy in the streambeds and the low lands, the red sun giving everything an ancient cast. I wonder for a moment about the grandiose world that I am a part of, about the age of this earth. This place has been for more then a billion times the span of my life, I truly do not know of anything more eternal.

I am grateful for this moment of time it has given to me, this small speck of its life that has been solely for me. Again I must stop in wonder at the comparison, the ability of something so grand to provide and care for something so minute. This land must care for me, for if it didn't, why would this lovely portrait be here before me, at exactly this moment.

The light calls, breaking me from my reverie. It warms me, and renews my senses. I stretch for a time, enjoying the feeling of living.

This day, a new day, as each day is new, opens expansively for me, holding as many possibilities as my mind can contain. Sometimes it seems as if there is too much to do, to accomplish, and in the same manner, that there is never enough time to do it all.

A smile forms on my lips as I consider that thought and then dismiss it as folly. I know that there is always enough time to do as I wish. There always has been, there always will be. It is up to myself to determine if I have the strength to do as I wish and to take control of my feet and guide them along my path, or to let others move me to their will.

I sit down on the ground and gaze up to the sun, squinting. The spots that dance across my eyelids as they close seem to pull me on, as if they might be spirits showing me the way. The way to truth, the way to understanding.

For that is my quest, it is what I search for. I believe there is a place where I can find the answers I seek. A place where there is truth and where people can be the way they should to others.

I believe this place exists.

I look at my place around me, I see trees and rocks, birds, plants, and an occasional squirrel. I also think that this place, this land, is everywhere and anywhere. That it is not where you are physically, but that it is where you are, where you keep your mind.

I continue to remind myself of this, but it is hard, I make no excuses, it is very hard. And so I quest, I journey, searching for this land, this place that I feel can help me so much.

Looking back to the sun, I feel its warmth, the way it gives freely of its life and power. Little sunspots beckon me from the corner of my eyes. I rise to my feet, ready to be off on my path. These are the times when I am most alive, growing, learning, and always moving on.