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ered roof.
In spite of the peaceful desert surroundings and the soothing
sounds of the leaves overhead, I awoke feeling extremely cloudy and
disoriented. I felt as if my whole world were caving in on me. I was
lost in the heart of unfamiliar country. I was almost broke, waking up
on a stranger’s land a thousand miles from friends and family, with
no idea where I was going or what I was doing with my life. Despite
the dry desert earth beneath my feet, I felt as if I had no ground on
which to stand. What was the point of all these seemingly endless
travels? Why couldn’t I just find somewhere to call home? Must it be
so hard to find peace and happiness? On some level, I knew precisely
what it was that I was seeking, but I didn’t know where it was, when
I would find it, what exactly it would look like, or how much I would
have to go through to find it. Maybe that which I was searching for
was right around the next corner. Maybe it was in the next lifetime.
Everything just seemed totally up in the air.
After breakfast with the kind Native couple that morning, the three
of us rode in the back of their truck about an hour to the Four Corners
Monument. Soon, we tracked down the small camp of folks a mile
from the monument, where people were gathering for the upcom-
ing ceremony. I came across Natty and Apollo, as I was looking for
a good camping spot and, glad to see them, set up my tent near their
van for the night. Although I’d only known them a few weeks, they
seemed at that point like old friends. We spent the evening catching
up on our past week of travels and discussing the Mayan ceremony
the next morning.
Though I tried my best to get into the spirit of preparing for the
upcoming event—an auspicious day representing the dissolution of
borders between humanity, as designated by the esteemed Mayan
calendar—my consciousness was definitely elsewhere. Once this
was over the following day, I needed to decide where I was going
next. I still planned to make my way up to Washington to visit the
other community, but I felt little certainty that it would work out,