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56 June 29, 2012<br />

mental health<br />

explorebigsky.com<br />

explorebigsky.com<br />

a wilderness meditation pilgrimage<br />

by Charles wolF drimal<br />

big <strong>Sky</strong> weekly contributor<br />

SAN RAFAEL SWELL, Utah—A<br />

cascade of clear, piercing whistles<br />

invites <strong>the</strong> first sign of dawn. The sun’s<br />

rays have yet to touch <strong>the</strong> depths of<br />

Dirty Devil Canyon, but to a canyon<br />

wren—<strong>the</strong> melodic harbinger of morning—<strong>the</strong>re<br />

is no reason not to sing.<br />

Each ensuing note falls in tone, slowly<br />

settling across a sand desert floor held<br />

cold through <strong>the</strong> dark by clear spring<br />

starlight.<br />

More than 600 miles from my home<br />

in <strong>the</strong> Nor<strong>the</strong>rn Rockies and five days<br />

deep into a wilderness meditation<br />

expedition with Absaroka Institute in<br />

south-central Utah, my perspective has<br />

shifted. From <strong>the</strong> comfort of a sleeping<br />

bag, I feel a slight air current brush across<br />

my face. The canyon wren’s early morning<br />

inspiration to rise has habitually<br />

become my own.<br />

Unlike past backcountry trips, which<br />

have brought me immediately to a stove<br />

for breakfast, tea and conversation,<br />

my first movements of <strong>the</strong> day lead to<br />

a meditation cushion, <strong>the</strong> lighting of<br />

incense and <strong>the</strong> sounding of a bell.<br />

As I take <strong>the</strong> cross-legged position,<br />

<strong>the</strong> encompassing shrine of ancient<br />

sun-scorched Navajo sandstone, cottonwood<br />

leaf chatter and distant creek<br />

babble all arise and fade in my perception.<br />

An unceasing effort for <strong>the</strong> next<br />

40 minutes directs my awareness to my<br />

own breath. Thoughts of last night’s<br />

dreams come and go. A changing light<br />

warms my skin. I straighten my posture<br />

and sink my knees into <strong>the</strong> substratum<br />

of stone, grounding myself. A raven’s<br />

call overhead reminds me to return to<br />

my breath.<br />

The natural world of mountains, rivers,<br />

deserts and forests has been a place of<br />

healing and a source of insight for <strong>the</strong><br />

human psyche since time immemorial.<br />

Removed from society, spiritual seekers,<br />

priests, shamans and saints trace<br />

moments of awakening to prolonged<br />

sojourns in wild country. Reclusive<br />

hermits of Asian peaks and plateaus,<br />

Native Americans seeking visions on<br />

hilltops, Australian Aborigines on<br />

walkabouts, <strong>the</strong> Buddha’s enlightenment<br />

under a Bodhi tree, and Jesus fasting<br />

in <strong>the</strong> Judean desert all exemplify a<br />

common orientation of <strong>the</strong> soul.<br />

People from all walks of life have recognized<br />

<strong>the</strong> power of an untrammeled<br />

landscape. The renaissance of <strong>the</strong> modern<br />

day urbanite’s magnetic pull toward<br />

remote wilderness areas throughout<br />

this continent and beyond is no aberration<br />

to human behavior. Likewise,<br />

<strong>the</strong>re are explanations beyond deep<br />

powder turns, cold beer and a paucity<br />

of romantic partners for bucolic, pennypinching<br />

ski bums to eke out a living<br />

near Western wild lands.<br />

The natural world holds <strong>the</strong> power<br />

to mirror our struggles and ignite our<br />

inherent potential. Influenced by<br />

both wilderness travel and meditation<br />

practice, <strong>the</strong> human condition may<br />

be catalyzed to realize that <strong>the</strong> world<br />

around and <strong>the</strong> world within are not<br />

separate from one ano<strong>the</strong>r. Through<br />

close study of <strong>the</strong> mind, we develop <strong>the</strong><br />

capacity to know our own freedom and<br />

self-induced suffering.<br />

Often associated with Buddhism and<br />

Hinduism, meditation can be found<br />

in faiths as diverse as Taoism, Sufism,<br />

Judaism and Christianity, as well as in<br />

contemporary psycho<strong>the</strong>rapy practices.<br />

Today, in <strong>the</strong> U.S. alone, more than 10<br />

million people practice some form of<br />

meditation. Worldwide, <strong>the</strong> number<br />

of practitioners enters <strong>the</strong> hundreds of<br />

millions.<br />

The practice is just as extraordinary<br />

in simplicity as it is challenging in<br />

execution. An effort must be made to<br />

bring full awareness to <strong>the</strong> breath. As<br />

thoughts arise, one must acknowledge<br />

<strong>the</strong>m, let <strong>the</strong>m go, and return awareness<br />

to <strong>the</strong> breath. This practice can be<br />

repeated for 10 minutes, 20 minutes, an<br />

hour, or throughout a long walk in <strong>the</strong><br />

mountains or desert. The cultivation<br />

of this skill leads to stress reduction,<br />

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Photos Courtesy oF Charles wolF drimal<br />

expanded awareness, clarity, momentto-moment<br />

presence, recognition of<br />

shared commonality, and many masters<br />

would add, <strong>the</strong> realization of life as<br />

intimate flow.<br />

There is no better place to explore this<br />

practice than on a wilderness pilgrimage.<br />

A week of walking sandy creek<br />

bottoms and watching <strong>the</strong> sun and<br />

moon track across <strong>the</strong> sky becomes a<br />

flowing movement that meshes <strong>the</strong><br />

boundaries of earth and mind. Time<br />

told by shades of red sandstone and nomadic<br />

blue firmament offers a welcome<br />

inheritance to any agenda.<br />

Through extensive meditation under<br />

swaying cottonwood trees planted<br />

by <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>ring of remote canyon<br />

corridors, I’m reminded that human existence<br />

is a process itself. We are more<br />

verb than noun. The ever-changing nature<br />

of <strong>the</strong> physical body, of thoughts,<br />

feelings, perceptions, responses—all is<br />

in flux. With each passing backcountry<br />

day my mind grows sharper, more<br />

observant of <strong>the</strong> nuances of inhalation<br />

and exhalation. With time and practice,<br />

assumes its own lead.<br />

Like a canyon creek carried forward<br />

without hindrance, <strong>the</strong>re is a time in<br />

meditation to simply let go. When<br />

<strong>the</strong> mind as we know it is no longer<br />

in charge, <strong>the</strong> breath experiences this<br />

world of canyon and sky with an intimacy<br />

previously unknown.<br />

Charles Wolf Drimal is an ecopsychologist,<br />

wilderness guide, conservationist,<br />

Zen Buddhist practitioner and a poet. He<br />

leads wilderness meditation expeditions<br />

for <strong>the</strong> Absaroka Institute and advocates<br />

for public lands conservation with <strong>the</strong><br />

Greater Yellowstone Coalition.

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