There is no way that I am skilled enough in my writing abilities to capture the essence of the Grand Canyon. Prior to our visit, I had hardly thought of it more than just being the biggest hole in the earth and quite frankly, I wanted to go there just to say that I had been there. After all, it was only about 200 miles away from where we were staying. It is necessary to go there if you are in Arizona. As my mother in law says, “It would be like going to Rome and not seeing the Pope”.
It was awesome. I loved being there. Except for being at Sacandaga Lake, it was probably the closest to God that I have ever felt.
~~As an aside, I am fully aware that these posts make me sound like a total loon, but I haven’t joined a religious cult yet. I won’t be appearing at your door trying to push off a free bible. 🙂 ~~
Discovery Channel did not do this one justice. Nothing could. It was amazing. I wonder how many people have taken up the study of geology after visiting the canyon.
It took billions of years to create this majestic place that is unique to any other on the earth. Standing there, I felt like an insignificant spec in this great universe. It is similar to the way that I feel when I stare into the sky on a starry night gazing up into the heavens.
It is the feeling of being so small in a place so large that feels a bit like an out-of-body experience for me. It reinforces the connection to something larger and the connection that we have with each other. It is in this way that I patch together a religion all my own.
In the middle of hoards of people, I looked over and caught my husband’s eye. Oblivious to those around us and without a word, he told me that he was feeling the same way.
This beautiful introspection was ripped from us as a storm blew in and we were pelted with sleet and snow. Here we were in Arizona and finally I was receiving the snow I had prayed for all winter in New York.
As we ran for shelter from these blustery, wet winds, we couldn’t help but laugh.
God has a wicked sense of humor.