Sycamore Canyon by the Mexican Border

A day of beauty, reflection, and soaring heights. Friends from Colorado were kind enough to introduce us to new vistas and thoughts. Rugged intricate landscapes filled our senses. Rocks jutted up from canyon floors varying in, not only height and size, contrasts and colors. Textural surfaces appeared from all levels with fossils, crystals, minerals, quartz and strange combinations that most geologists would totally understand ... it provided me with playful mystical questions about the past hundreds of years. The sun shined above us with birds of prey overhead and Chihuahua ravens devouring a morsel on the top ledge. Water trickled through the canyon floor providing moisture and sustenance for living creatures. It was not lost on us that many perish in these rough conditions, including human beings. Immigrants wander these parts praying for the best. All life is precious and I know I take a great deal for granted in my life....

Old images appeared from the face of rocks, one rock revealing Lady Guadalupe (our friends vision and we agreed). It felt as though we were in a long forgotten western movie.
I often know that I do not hold the key to humanity nor do I always grasp the meaning of why humans confront one another over so many issues. I do know that all life is sacred and one must do their best to help as needed ... where we can soulfully make a dent in a harsh world. As we left the Sycamore canyon we headed towards the Pima Alto lake to eat our lunch and reflect. Reflecting back at us through the ripples of the lake answers seemed to be buried....
someday perhaps we might understand...
Till then blessings my dear loved ones and safe travels to all.