Small in Comparison

 

 

Feelings of the American West as the sun goes down, soft and deep and mysterious and yet so inviting - so intriguing. Its the only thing I’m interested in. The only sensation I want wrapped around me. The only future I want to dive into deep conversation with. The only wild heart I want tangled with mine. It feels so familiar and grounding and at the same time, so out of reach and intangible. I just remember how close my face felt to the sun that day I first experienced it in person. This one feels different than places in the past. It feels so much deeper, more intentional. Connected, though distant.

Upon witnessing the Grand Canyon for the first time in May of 2021, I experienced that “I am so small” feeling for the first time. I felt it in my whole body. I was trapped in this gaze, looking out over the inverted mountain range unable to peel my eyes away and at the same time unable to fathom the vast scale of these rocks stretching out in front of me.

This thought often dances through my mind with a certain rhythm, like sunlight that falls from the sky to my face, lightly dusting the canyon and painting the scene with golden rays. A sweet reminder that we are nothing, just moments. Fragments of a scene or, if we’re lucky, of a memory. Small in comparison to so much.