Showing posts from May, 2014

Looking for somethings

Northern Cardinal It probably does no harm to have a plan; to have thought about what you would like to happen, and then, with a plan in place, to do as much as you can to make it happen.   That seems to be a recipe for getting the most out of the bumpy ride that is opportunity, for making sure that what little time you have is well spent.   But too much planning can get in the way of the delightful surprises and shocks that come along to mess up your day in the best and most unpredictable way. Failure to prepare has well known consequences, but over preparation turns you into a clock watching bore and a trip into a timetable. I had not planned to go to Arizona, so I thought it more necessary than usual to prepare. It was an opportunity that dropped into my lap in an otherwise work dull morning.   It was a gift horse and appropriately I have no skill or interest in dentistry. Outside my office window it was early autumn, but in Arizona it would be early spring.   And in sp

In an Altered State (Part 2)

Awake Finally I may be awake. I step from the bus into another car park.  The landscape around me is red.  Red soil, red stones, red pillars and cliffs.  If it were painted, it would look unreal. The red rocks of Sedona spring from the ground with a rough edged, youthful kind of enthusiasm.  Not for them the well rounded, whale back lines of other, older, landscapes.  Of course, the formation of the red cliffs, pillars and domes has taken a time unconnected to a single life and the rocks themselves are 300 million years old.  Geology relies on numbers with vapour trails of zeros, numbers that drift off towards a failure of understanding.  Numbers that simply stack oldness upon oldness. But the sharp lines of the land show that it is still active and alive, that its geology is not dormant, that process is overcoming permanence.   Sedona sits on a great plateau that is being pushed upwards from below.  As the land grows higher, the forces of erosion and we