In the face of beauty like this, life's rhythm feels close and I settle into to an ease that's not always within reach. Then there's the built-up, inflated, flashy, tourist trap "town" built on excess and cheap thrill. Life's rhythm is replaced by concrete, glaring lights and the noisy promise of "fun." I'm noticing a part of myself that doesn't want to be associated with this corner of things. I want to deny it's existence and take no part. I realize too that I want deny this part in ME - all the times I use plastic because it's more convenient, the excess I've accumulated, even the gas we used to drive from New York to Tennessee. It's hard to see these two worlds of ourselves in such sharp contrast. We want to see only the good that we do, climb into the natural beauty and stay there. We pass the blame, point the finger, look away from the parts we've played, and then become fragmented. I want to live in harmony with the truths at my essence. I know it's possible (not easy but possible) as long as I stay willing to fix my eyes on my own mess and, however daunting, continue the slow process cleaning up my corner.