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Karlie Tipton, Editorial Assistant
Photo by STEVEN WALKER
By Karlie Tipton
August 29, 2013
One of my absolute favorite things about this state is leaving it. It’s not being outside of Oklahoma that I enjoy, but traveling across the plains, becoming one with the simplicity of the Oklahoma landscape.
This Labor Day weekend, my husband and I will be taking a trip to his hometown of Wellington, Kansas, to see the in-laws—yes, my husband is from Kansas, yet I love him anyway.
Although this drive isn’t marked by snowy peaks or coursing rivers, there is something so majestic about the drive north on I-35 that it almost feels like a pilgrimage. When I reach my destination on either side, my senses and spirit feel cleansed.
Stretched out as far as the eye can see, farmland sways like an ocean of green, the only interruption an occasional pair of cows lazing by a pond. Where the blue skies graze the ground off in the distance, time becomes irrelevant. Everything just is: the animals, the plants, the clouds.
The entire two-hour drive north, I keep my eyes focused on the horizon outside my passenger window.
I have tried many, many times, but I just can’t seem to get the hang of meditation. I’ve sat in a quiet room, on the floor, with the lights turned off for a couple hours trying to get the inner dialogue in my head to shut up, but it only intensifies.
Driving across the state, however, allows me to turn my inward gaze outward, to my surroundings. These color blocks of life—gold and brown, red and blue, black and white—have no deadlines, no financial worries, so while I’m looking at them, neither do I.
As the serene images in my mind have begun to fade—sometime around Tuesday afternoon—all the pressures of getting ready for the next issue will have pretty much crushed my Zen. But that’s something else I love about my home. I know those plains will be waiting to share their wisdom and beauty with me no matter when my next trek may be.