Patagonia - Land of Ancient Rhythms

I sometimes fear I will be blinded by the wonders I’ve seen.  In Patagonia the miracle was the rain, glistening on cathedrals of granite, a glacier’s tears flowing down the shoulders of the Earth, a diamond dancing in a rare blossom.  The rain taught me to look inside myself and see past the pain of loss, but that lesson would come later. 

My surrender to the ancient rhythms of the Andes began somewhere in the night, high above the crooked spine of South America...

(Author's Note: this journey was undertaken in February 2009)