When you come to Phoenix in July, it’s wise to to what the natives do.
Get out of town.
My two “sabbath” days from this blog were spent in the amazing desert/canyon/mountain country of Northern Arizona.
Saturday was Sedona and Sunday was the Grand Canyon.
The red rocks rose right up out of the ground as we approached Sedona. They took my breath away.
The Grand Canyon
But of course the greatest Natural Wonder of all is the Grand Canyon. I visited the North Rim in 1976. Yesterday I stood here at the South Rim.
Before entering the Grand Canyon National Park, we watched a spectacular IMAX movie that took us along on the re-imagined journey of John Wesley Powell, the original 1869 rafting explorer. From his journal:
We are three quarter of a mile in the depths of the earth, and the great river shrinks into insignificance as it dashes its angry waves against the walls and cliffs that rise to the world above; the waves are but puny ripples, and we but pygmies, running up and down the sands or lost among the builders.”
What better meditation could there be than this one for me? I’m about to publish a memoir Blush that starts out this way:
Ever since I was little, I wanted to be big.”
We had a delicious lunch at the famous El Tovar Inn and then watched this Hopi Hoop Dance. Listen to the words about simplicity and Mother Earth. Very moving, especially in this setting of grandeur.
After the dance, we visited the Hopi House gallery, and there, in front of me, was another connection to memoir: the Pueblo Storytellers.
I had to buy one from the delightful woman behind the counter. We talked about grandchildren. She has seventeen of them and two great-grands. Doesn’t she look like a great storyteller? We agreed that storytelling and grand-parenting go together.
I’ve ordered a book on the Pueblo Storyteller tradition. I feel a kinship between memoir and this form of visual art.
I love the open mouths, the rosy cheeks, the eyes.
My New Beginning today will be to explore historic Flagstaff.
And here we are at Day 66 to launch and I am on historic Route 66!
I’d send you a picture of the road sign, except that I already made one for you out of turquoise.
What’s your New Beginning today? How can you bring the wonders of nature and the delights of storytelling into your life today, I wonder? Log in here to continue the 100 Day Challenge. And comment below if this post stirred a story for you. Sending you inspiration from this place of wonder.