i wrote the following in my journal while at the grand canyon, july 26:
the canyon reaches up and speaks slowly. she has time, she owns time. her messages are soft but she has so much to say. i let her take me in, i sink gratefully into her presence. it is a familiar feeling - the same motherly love i felt in africa. we walked along the rim, watching darkness snuggle against next to the rock walls within her. one of the many reoccurring cycles here, the transition from day to night is near complete. tomorrow she will gracefully endure heat and crowds, her peaceful demeanor unfazed. i feel so fortunate too share in her space.
Glad you got a chance to visit our 7th Wonder! Sean went on a backpacking/camping trip with the Boy Scouts a few weeks ago and said it was beautiful. He still has blisters on his toes! It was something like a 12 mile hike? 14? No thanks!
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