Monday, February 26, 2007
The desert environs seemed to channel other dimensions today. I don't believe in magic. I'm not superstitious. Spiritual? I'm too lazy tonight to attempt the definition and so can't claim that either. But as I walked the trail that led up into a mini-wilderness area behind a Phoenix resort - I looked at the star burst imprint on the wall of granite above the dramatic bush and immediately thought of Moses' burning bush and visualized the explosive granitic pattern above it as the door through which God entered the world to converse with man. Whoa. It must be the effect of sun and shedding my long underwear. The grackle and windchime feather that hangs from the patio beam, were also sifting mystery. Whoa. It's a good thing we'll only be here a week. We're headed for Sedona Wednesday and I hear they're all a bunch of weirdos up there. Crystals and witches and other New Agey stuff. Hmmm. This desert air does something.