Portrait of Nita Gilger

Nita Gilger

Our guest blogger today is Nita Gilger, writer, thinker of deep thoughts, trekker into fierce landscapes. She and her husband live and work on a spacious ranch that sprawls under the wide skies of Texas.

Capitol Reef National Park provides so much to be discovered. It is stunningly beautiful and also holds a sense of history and hope. Just recently we hiked to the Pioneer Register and walked along the canyons of the Freemont River. At the end of the long trek we arrived at orchards planted long ago by early Mormon settlers. As a great treat, visitors may enjoy fresh pie and pick their own fruit. It is a treasure trove, an unexpected oasis.

One may hike or drive along the geological wonders of vast desert-like canyons and giant water-folds of unbelievable rock formations, only to arrive at this beautiful anomaly of an orchard and a river.

I love everything about this place:

The mountains.

The green valley.

The barn.

The clear blue sky.

 

Capitol Reef seen from the orchard

Capitol Reef National Park

I also like the way that the road winds, a road whose edges converge in a place impossible to see beyond the trees.

Before I lead you too strongly toward my own conclusions, let me share a poem I recently discovered. It says all that I want to say, or at least most of what I want to say.

Just Beyond Yourself

by David Whyte

Just beyond

yourself.

It’s where

you need

to be.

Half a step

into

self-forgetting

and the rest

restored

by what

you’ll meet.

There is a road

always beckoning.

When you see

the two sides

of it

closing together

at that far horizon

and deep in

the foundations

of our own

heart

at exactly

the same time,

that’s how

you know

it’s the road

you

have

to follow.

That’s how

you know

it’s where

you

have

to go.

That’s how

you know

you have

to go

That’s

how you know.

Just beyond

yourself,

it’s

where you

need to be.

As I engage in the search for meaning, place, and identity at this stage of my life, I find myself a willing traveler, traversing a road whose ending I cannot see but whose edges somehow converge in the deepest places of my heart.

Prayer:  Lord of all creation, help me to find my way.  Amen.