From the mesa they look small. So do I. Yesterday I traveled nearly 600 miles to get here. It is an anniversary. A remembrance of my first trip out to this area ten years ago. A recognition of an event that changed the course of my life forever.
Today there is no breeze, there is no sound.
I take a break in the shade of a pinon tree and decide what to do next. The Rock calls to me. Many years ago during one of my return visits to this magical area, I sought out my own personal power center on the mesa. I was drawn to it with great force and it has never released its firm grip upon me. It has presented me with a dazzling array of precious rewards beyond my wildest dreams and expectations.