On a galaxy far away, we found a lake. This is the story.
We left Lake Tahoe late in the afternoon. Somewhere along the drive to Yosemite, we fell asleep and landed among the stars.
We happily accepted the adventure.
The foothills of the Sierra Nevada hides an otherworldly gem. Moon and Mars birthed a love child.
…Mono Lake is her name.
The sun is just beginning to set, and everything begins to transform under the golden light. What is this place? I think to myself.
There is a soft smell of sulfur and salt in the air. The water feels slippery…soapy, even. I’m intrigued.
At a distance we see limestone towers emerging from the lake. There, I point. I want to go there.
Not finding a direct path to the earthly towers, we leave and head in that direction.
King Sun is now beaming, and we arrive to an area known as the South Tufa.
The air is wild; the aroma of sagebrush fills my lungs. Mmmm…
The sun. That gold. My heart…
I lean closer to feel the spirit of these vibrant beauties dancing to the wind.
You belong wherever you feel free, they whisper. Like a wildflower.
Our concrete path soon turns into a boardwalk, and I can see the limestone towers ahead. Tufas, they’re named.
We step into another world, where presence is felt in each earthly structure that is only created with time.
Limestone. It is crumbly beneath my fingers, and I know then to be gentle.
Hello, I say to them. You are like no other beauty I’ve ever met.
My moon man wanders along the shore.
And we are soon introduced to our new friends, the alkali flies.
They’re friendly –like butterflies, but in scuba gear. Their larva hatch underwater, feed on algea, and later attach to a rock to form a cacoon-like pupa.
These winged soldiers are the result.
They hum by our ear as we chase after them with camera in hand. It’s mesmerizing to watch their army move from place to place.
The alkali flies line the lake, protecting their shores like any other soldier would their coastlines.
And they lead us toward the tufas.
King Sun finally hides behind the Sierra Nevada, and the sky is now frosted in pinks and purples. My kind of sky.
I can almost smell the cotton-candy skies. I feel like a fairy in spring…
We play around the tufas for what feels like eternity. Every corner, every crevice is as magical as the next.
We notice a group of people starting to line the shore on the opposite end.
So, we follow.
With tripods and a glass of wine in hand, everyone prepares for the greatest show in the galaxy.
I am right where I belong, I think to myself. I am these strangers, and we are one.
Everywhere I look gives me a different scene. I feel my heart explode into a thousand constellations…
And I watch her — Mono Lake — as she collects a piece of my heart from every direction. I willingly give the pieces away.
I squeeze my moon man closer, and we stare into space, so completely captivated.
This is real. I am here. All is well.
They say that when galaxies collide, a goddess is born. One must have been born this night…
Day faded into night.
We boarded our ship, and soared into the sky. Onto the next galaxy.
I guess all I’m trying to tell you is that other worlds exist right around the corner. You just have to be willing to see it under a different light and with a wild heart :)
Love and Light,
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