In the Moon of Falling Leaves, Run to the Rez 20th year Anniversary.
Except for 2020, when a bitter breath blew upon our republic in its winter of pandemic and discontent, motorcyclists have gathered for 20-years to honor the ancestors in San Carlos, Arizona during the moon of the falling leaves (October). But more than just a gathering, ‘Run to the Rez’ is also mystery.
Albert Einstein wrote of mystery, “The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all-true art and science. He [sic] to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to consider and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”
Absent an openness to awe, our lives resemble a worn-out structure, dry bones baked in desert dust. Bereft of awe, vision is compromised and one cannot see the ghostly remnants of an ancient past shivering down the pine-boughs and over the highways, neither can one imagine the dark knowledge of seeds driving up through crust to search for light.But this is the mystery that steers the way at Run to the Rez. It comes upon a rider as a recognition of finitude and smallness in the face of rugged geography, and a connection to something beyond singularity to the intangible roots of connectivity.
