MYSTICAL MESSAGES THRU TIME?

AMERICAN CAVE PAINTINGS

ON THE CARRIZO PLAIN

      Extraordinary occurrences have taken place here in Painted Rock on the exotic Carrizo plain in San Luis Obispo County. Some look at this formation and see lizards or turtles.

          Pictographs, like the frame above fill the inner chamber of what is a sacred site for Chumash and Yokut Indians.

      The Carrizo Plain is a ten mile wide and almost 50 mile long valley in the eastern portion of San Luis Obispo County between the Temblor and Caliente mountain ranges.  In the 
middle of the northern plain lays Soda Lake, the remains of a prehistoric sea.

      In the rare rainy season the lake becomes 3000 acres of water and a winter home for Sandhill Cranes, but most of the year it is a salt bed.
      Nestled on the western edge of plain is Painted Rock, a curved bowl, not unlike an amphitheater. It is a religious site.  

      It is inside the Painted Rock that shamans and holy men 
of Chumash and Yokut people and perhaps other tribes, have held rituals and left traces of visions.

      The walls are rich with pictographs that are some of the most valuable and rare native paintings in the world.  These
are said to have been made 500 to 2000 years ago.

      The red pigments were made with ochre, the white by shale and gypsum and the black by charcoal.

      Look carefully and you see layers of history and earlier ages speaking through time. 

     Earlier visitors desecrated the ancient paintings, so now
the Painted Rock is open only by appointment.

   

      Imagine the time when a native shaman conducted sacred ritual or activity amidst these stones that were said to resemble specific shapes or powers.

    Ancient California history is visible on the Carrizo Plain national monument, just 90 minutes from Cambria.

     See you down the trail.

GOLD ON THE WATER

A SIMPLE PLEASURE

WATCHING THE DROP

       Can you remember how you felt the first time you saw the sun turn a body of water into a path of gold? I don't remember specifics but I can recall that sense of wonder and awe and wanting to touch it. All these years later, it still fascinates. That painting of light is one of the enchantments of sunset.

       For centuries we bipeds have marveled at the daily act of cosmology. It is a turn in our life, a rhythm. Each sunset is unique, but those near water offer a canvass of light play.  In the incremental descent is a peace, if you will a natural meditation. And everything in the light is a player in the drama. We know the eventual outcome, but we are drawn to the slow recess of that path of gold and its provider.

        Everything reflects or captures that special sweet or golden light.

       We watch our watery path of gold get further from our touch, fading into the mystery.

       If our busy lives have allowed us to pay attention, the ritual leaves us more complete
and perhaps with a hint of enchantment active in our being.

And then, it is that time of day when dreams begin to walk.

See you down the trail.