I’m just back from a pilgrimage to an extraordinary work of land art by the late Walter De Maria called the Lightning Field
. Our trek began with a ringing bell, not the ringing of a meditation gong although it would have seemed apropos, but the ringing of the bell tone alarm on my iPhone set for 4:30am. Our bags ready and waiting by the front door, Seth and I loaded the car and packed a picnic before driving to the airport with one stop on the way, to pick up two friends who would join this adventure. We met two more friends at LAX and about ten hours later six pilgrims were sitting on the porch of a log cabin in southwestern New Mexico staring at 400 slim, polished, stainless-steel poles that form a rectangular grid measuring one mile by one kilometer.