At the end of a well spent day in Zion, one should smell of sweat and dirt.
I review scads of pathetic photos every night... killing the inadequate, pardoning the marginal... and after having employed every skill, trick and gimmick in my bag, yawn at the survivors like they were someone else's spoiled brats. Same with words.
I went in search of help from someone smarter than me, someone who sees the "whole," as well as the "parts," someone who knows how to simplify an "equation" to its most basic and common denominators... someone like Albert Einstein.
“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
Every time I make what has become nothing short of a November pilgrimage to Zion... ascend to its rims, kneel in its depths... there is an uptick in my understanding, compassion, and spirituality. The individual pieces of "The Puzzle" take on a new significance and meaning, and I can almost... almost... grasp the concept behind Albert's simplified equation.
|This is how one Park Ranger spends her day off in Zion|
|Maikel and Bobbie|
|Messing Nature up...|
|A very, very deep Slot Canyon|
|Yes, Susan, their is a God in Zion...|
|We were down there a couple of hours ago...|
|Thanks to the Civilian Conservation Corp, Zion's rims are safely attainable on painstakingly made trails|