I meditated sitting on a slab of sandstone up the slope from the lip of the gorge. At times with eyes closed, at times with eyes open, I meditated with full body breathing. I felt especially anchored to the earth beneath me. The words that came at the beginning of the meditation were: I enter the vortex of the eternal NOW. I breathe with and through the rocks of the earth.

Grandma (Laura Ann Krebs Ely) was with me. I  saw her in my mind’s eye. I often feel her presence when I meditate.

The rising sun revealed the contours of the landscape; there was a dappled pattern being laid down by the trees higher upon the ridge. Birdsong seemed to play me like its instrument. I felt the songs of the birds in the cells of my body. The sandstone grains gleamed in the sun. There was a woody scent, almost like burning peat, but sweeter and as if coming from far away.

I know now that when I am fully awake and alive in all of my senses that I will be at the Heart of the world, fully identified with the Self.

My meditation spot was about midway down in the picture– just below the curved shape which is sandstone.