Ok, this is turning harder than I thought (and I have done, what, ONE entry?)…Every time I want to sit and make an entry, something else comes along. Sigh. I hope there are no expectations for daily entries. I can tell you that that is a fairy tale dream (and not mine!). Maybe weekly, or bi-monthly. We’ll take it slow.

I did download (upload?) a great picture of the Grand Canyon I took last spring. It reminds me of the comment I just made about trying to sit down to write and something comes up…I lived in Arizona for 9 years while I was growing up. Did we visit the Grand Canyon? Not on your life. Mom had reoccurring nightmares that one or all four of us (maybe whoever was in trouble most that day?) fell off the edge. Sorry, mom, you had to hear that story. Again. So, we did not see one of the world’s biggest wonders.

Many years later, after Kevin and I were married and we had 2 children of our own, we were on our way to see the Grand Canyon. We had already visited Disneyland and were looping over to Arizona, staying in Palm Springs along the way. We received an emergency call about Kevin’s aunt, so we detoured back to WA state, missing the Grand Canyon. So close, but no dice.

In the spring of 07, Kevin and I took off on a 3 week trip all alone, sans children. Fun and exhilarating, although trusting teenagers alone…I’m sure we still don’t know all that happened. And voila’, we finally made it to the Grand Canyon! It is totally amazing! Flat, high, desert, and then, bamm, a ginormous hole in the ground. WAAAAAYYYYYY down to the bottom. If one was even slightly disturbed by heights, not a good place to be. Or someone with young children that run around or don’t listen to parents…maybe plan a trip alone. But what gorgeous desert beauty. Awe inspiring beauty (and heat). That God has such imagination and creativity. We were only able to spend one day walking along the south rim. But I plan to go back one day, prepared for hiking to the bottom. And ride the donkeys back up. Yep, that’s my plan. I’ll do the easy part, the donkeys can do the hard part. We had striking thunder clouds, and I can imagine that winters are serenely and starkly beautiful.

So, try, try, try again, and it will happen. The writing and the Grand Canyon. What’s next?

Paris.