Enchanted ROCK

Enchanted Rock

Nearly two thousand feet above the world it is easy to feel fragile and insignificant, but while standing on top of Enchanted Rock I felt like neither. The summit has a spiritual presence that seeped into my soul, making me believe I could be something greater than I am. It had such a peaceful grace. The only thing I could hear was the wind and the distant footsteps of Ryan, David, and Clif. Many people have come to Enchanted Rock in hopes of a cure for their illnesses. As I walked across the summit, I imagined tired bodies resting upon the rock, exhausted from the chemo and the two thousand ft. hike they just undertook. This imagery made me realize how blessed I am to be alive and to have the ability to follow my dreams. I love what I do. Sometimes it takes getting away from the things that you love for a moment to realize why you so intensely loved them in the first place. It also made me realized that we are all looking for cures. Some of us gravitate towards anything to not make us feel normal, while others would give anything to just feel normal for one more day.

The trip was not just spiritual it was also comical. We all stayed in a couple of old houses that dated back to the 1800’s. That factored in with the old, winding, tree-covered roads, made for a perfect atmosphere to try and scare the living crap out of each other. Although we did not manage to freak each other out as much as we wanted too, we got a lot of laughs out of the process. I won’t name any names but someone did not want to get out of their bed because of the “scary noises outside”. Ultimately, the trip brought us together as a band. With no instruments to hide behind, we had nothing but each other to rely on. The longer I am in this band the more I realize how great and powerful a concept that really is.

~Mark