Metaphor Making

28 Mar

It’s against the law to live in Arizona and not recognize the red cliffs of Sedona. At least, it should be. Words seem inadequate to describe this natural wonder. Artistic creations in the natural order shine in the morning sun and literally glow as the sun retreats in the evening sky. Yes, it’s crowded with wide-eyed human beings. And, yes, the traffic can test one’s patience. But when you stand on a hiking trail and look out over the glorious canvas, you know you’re in a special place, a spot on the planet where beauty reveals a different kind of reality. The hike that morning was just tough enough to raise my heart rate and cause me to step off the trail to rest. But what I stepped into was a new dimension of awareness. The red soil, rocks and boulders, fragrant trees, the broad winged bird circling down in the canyon, sun rays ricocheting off those red cliffs…and me. In that restful moment, I was part of the whole, an intentional ingredient in this recipe of creative beauty. My breath recovered, I stepped back onto the trail, eyes now on the rocks and stones that wanted to trip me up, knowing that I was surrounded by something greater than the challenge of the walk. And when I came to a smooth stretch on the narrow trail, I could look up and know that the experience was worth the effort. Well worth the effort. Sedona, a walk through a metaphorical marvel. I leave the metaphor making to you. Enjoy the walk.

3 Responses to “Metaphor Making”

  1. Susan Zimmerman March 28, 2023 at 7:06 am #

    Beautiful… thanks for sharing your experience. Hope you and Sue are doing well. I miss you. Susan

    • AZWriter March 28, 2023 at 8:15 am #

      So good to hear from you!   We are fine and enjoying a week

  2. gz March 28, 2023 at 7:38 am #

    It’s the walk of life you are enjoying

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