I arrived in Sedona, Arizona, a place that I had only heard about, a place where I could feel the spirit of my soul.
Arriving late in the afternoon, we watched the sun go over the top of the rocky mountain and spotted a group of cacti exposed to the backlight.
Where does beauty come from? Nature itself is beautiful, but why is it so beautiful when the sun falls? The shadows made of light, the rustle of the fields, the distant mountains full of rocks that seem to hide the spirit of the soul in the distance…
Oh God, thank you. I am grateful to be able to enjoy all these things that you have given me.