MONUMENT VALLEY

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EMBRACING THE CHAOS

MONUMENT VALLEY

23 April 2018


I took a road that wasn’t a road

but it was something I chose

and that’s fine…

~ Tom Rosenthal

This was the theme song to our previous trip around Europe. Nothing seemed to go to plan on that trip. Instead, we ended up forging a new path, our own way; one that was a bit random. We slept in a car, visited places I had been told I should never go, and made crazy last-minute decisions based on whims and fancies. It wasn’t what we had hoped for…
but it was even more than I could have dreamed of!

Now that little song is becoming the theme of our whole lives!
… and that’s fine. Because I love a good whistling tune.

Take Your Guess

by Tom Rosenthal

I didn’t walk how you said I should walk

I walk how I do walk, and that’s fine

It didn’t go how you said it would go

It went how it did go, and that’s fine

{ whistling }

I look out the window somedays

I see a million ways, and that’s fine

I didn’t dance how I wanted to dance

I did a bit of a prance, and that’s fine

Take your guess, spurious at best

Can’t you see it’s all just chaos?

{ whistling }

I breath in and then I breath out

I’ve got a million doubts, and that’s fine

I took a road that wasn’t a road

But it was something I chose, and that’s fine.


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HORSESHOE BEND

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HORSESHOE BEND

23 April 2018


a great black snake

in a cracked bed of red

We have both been keeping nature journals as we trip along these lands, and I love to look back on the memories written out in soft pencil…

This day’s entry says:

“We slept in a Walmart parking lot, rose early, and watched the sun rise over a bend in the canyon. The river is deep and black at dawn, the rock grows purple and red, and the sun paints the mountains behind, slowly casting a golden ribbon across the land. We watched arm in arm, poised on the edge. Spectacular and thrilling!”

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ZION

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EARTHED ANGELS

ZION NATIONAL PARK

21-22 April 2018


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cavernwide honeyberry

waterbent keeper

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~ Ayla Nereo, Code of the Flowers

In the thickets, after dawn, there comes a slow rustle… a deer emerges. She appears out of the forest, dappled in shadows, following a river of grass down to its source: the wide, green water of the valley.

I watched that river become a small winding snake below me as we wandered up, up, up along the canyon’s edges, along maple shaded valleys, escaping the rising sun, till we burst forth onto a narrow ridge of stone that hung above the valley. Teetering, a little terrifying, but absolutely awe-inspiring, this was Angel’s Landing. Walking with my heart in my mouth, crouching to touch solid ground, slowly we made our way, inch by inch, along the jagged shard of the Earth till there was only air in front of us. The view was like nothing I have ever seen before.

Afterwards we cooled our feet off in that green river. I remember the silty mud at the riverside, silky soft, and the meandering conversation we had with two newfound friends.

Elsewhere, tucked away in the sides of the cliffs, there are several small emerald pools, their hues ranging from deep green to clear gold. They are still and sparkling at the edges, but near the cliffs a series of rushing waterfalls carve out dark spaces, where the sun’s rays cannot enter. It was hot, at midday, and the cool spray of the falls was so refreshing! We ran through the mist and puddles, laughing a little, on the search for flowers and deer prints.

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I SPY:

swallowtail butterflies.

maple and elm leaves.

scarlet penstemon and yellow erysimum flowers.

deer.

teeth marks on an old tree, evidence of a nearby beaver.


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