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Rock Hugging
Getting intimate with Gaia
Several rock formations dotted the hillsides. Gene’s eyes were drawn to them; his head turning back and forth between the formations and the highway. Thankfully there was not much traffic.
He still had a ways to go before he came upon actual mountains but the hillsides were very inspiring after having driven over endlessly flat land all morning. Gene could feel the excitement in his bones.
At one point the highway curved closer to the hillsides and he saw a rock formation that was just a short walk from the road so he pulled his car to the side of the highway and stopped. Getting out of the vehicle, Gene walked through the scrub brush up towards the rock formation.
He watched carefully for rattlesnakes and cacti. Wearing shorts, his legs were exposed. The wondrous scent of the desert filled the air.
Pillars of burnt orange rock thrust up from the earth in a cluster. They were all of varying heights. Small veins of black swirled through the orange. Erosion had softened the edges and tops of the rocks.
Reaching the rocks, Gene went right up to one of the pillars and placed his hands on it. He could feel energy pouring out of the rock into his hands. It felt so good!
Gene then placed his body up against the rock and hugged it, sending his own energy into the rock. Quickly, joy was radiating throughout his body and eventually tears began flowing from his eyes. Then he heard the call of a hawk.
He was so happy to be home.
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