Tularosa is a small village north of White Sands National Monument. It is an oasis and the center of operations for travelers visiting the area.
I was looking at him, through the glass, working on a fossil with a couple of sharp tools, and a magnifying glass. He was focused, but noticed me staring. I smiled. He also smiled and then came out to see me.
When I first saw Bob Nichols, he was browsing through some of the things at this local shop. He was quiet, minding his own business. I could see his eyes being aware of his surroundings, but he himself (it seemed to me) only making the absolute, necessary moves.
The word “dignity” is what immediately comes to mind.
We camped here once before and the experience was exhilarating. The darkness, the sounds of the wild, and a feeling of being so close to nature; it could bite me. Glow sticks, finger flash lights, and dinner by the fire made for great family time. This was my first time making biscuits in a Dutch oven covered with embers. I felt like a real camper!
An idea born by the first settlers of Tularosa in “La Promesa Solemne”; a prayer lifted up to God in 1862, and later fulfilled by the construction of the Church in 1869.
The Spirit won’t admit your problems, and worries. It won’t allow distractions, and lack of commitment. It requires your full focus, and undivided attention. It needs a “dialing tone” in order to make a connection. The petroglyphs at Three Rivers testify that the connection can be made.