“Do you think we have time to stop and check out the Capulin Volcano?”
Upon arrival, we all spilled out of our cars to take a look. The park ranger told us that the park was closing soon, but she felt sure we had time to make it up the path to the summit and back down again if we got started right away.
We started the walk up, which was a little strenuous for some of us “flat-landers”! The grandchildren saw ladybugs galore which thrilled them no end. And the scenery was spectacular!
Soon we reached a small rest area along the path and stopped for a bit. On the trail ahead of us, the wind took a man’s cap and plunged it down the side of the mountain—he laughingly lifted his hands as if there were worse things, and we all applauded. If only surrender was that easy for me! Also near the sitting area, was a small sign for weary travelers. It said:
Capulin Volcano is more than a
mountain. Ancient and ongoing
cultures have found the volcano to
be a place of peace and reflection.
Consider how a church, synagogue,
mosque, temple—or library can be an
escape from the stress of normal life.
As you travel around the rim trail, ask
yourself: what might bring people
here for peace and quiet?
Some in our group decided that they wanted to go back down at this point. One of our granddaughters started to cry because she had committed herself to going all the way to the summit. So half of us went down, and the other half continued on.
One of the things I noticed as the trek continued, was the energizing effect the climb was having on me. Certainly, I had to stop and catch my breath on more than one occasion, but there was always a supportive force bidding me onward—I felt strong and capable—ready to continue!
Once we reached the top, all of us experienced the splendor of Nature—through the scenery, the plant life, and just being there together. We could see for miles and miles, and when our gaze returned to what was close by, we could see that some of the shrubbery had orangey-red trunks and branches. They were completely covered with ladybugs!
I can honestly say, that I truly felt the sacredness of this space. And being with my family helped add a beautiful dimension to it as well.
When have you experienced a place as, “Sacred”? Where were you, whom were you with, and what were you doing? How did it make you feel?