I find the canyons to be utterly sublime, no matter the season — the inverted ruggedness, the rock formations, the secret nooks, the stony outlooks, the chukar calling, the quail thrumming, the way the wildflowers pour forth from crevices and burst into color and form. The plain rises up to meet volcanic rock, deep black fissures excavated by spring creek, wind and thirsty roots. A meeting of minds. Wide open space marries cloisters of stone and the ruffled edge of the liminal stretches across time and place. The sagebrush sea has never been holier to me then it is now, to know it is to love it, to adore it, to esteem it. I shout into the sky to hear my own voice above the wind, to know I am alive, alone, but not lonesome. The steppe covers the distance as far as I can see and is Gregorian in nature, plainsong, a singular soaring chant, many voiced, rising to meet sky and rain shadow in continuous gratitude and praise.
Such superb praise of such holy space! You are many-talented, my friend. The depth of your appreciation for God’s creation is evident here. Thank you, always, for sharing this with us. ➕➕➕
Thank you for being here, Lis.
Yes, you have captured the holiness that abounds. Thank you.
Thank you for visiting, dear Luba.
Stunningly beautiful. The land and you!
Thank you for appreciating this place with me, Pearl.
Thank you for sharing these stunning photos: Your musings and insights always inspire me! Although in my mind’s eye, I can imagine being there, I am acutely missing the senses of smell and touch. Nothing like the subtle fragrances of the desert and the feel of sun and air on the cheek. If only technology would allow us to travel virtually!
I love where I live now but thanks ever so much for allowing me to escape to a very special country for a few minutes.
Gratefully yours,
Sue
The smell and touch and feel of wind on the skin and the shadow of the storm clouds…next level.
I’m so glad I can share what is sharable.
Thank you for being here, Sue.