Easter is a bit early this year, so the dates don't line up perfectly, but I can't help but recall where I was last Easter - at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. I have always had a rather uncanny memory for dates and random things that most people probably shouldn't remember. Or it may have started when I was in a long-distance relationship in college. I think it's normal to hang your heart on calendar dates when you don't see someone who you care for very much, very often. So that, combined with how I was already wired perhaps has lent itself to my propensity to remember dates and anniversaries for ridiculous things. Such as the where and when and who I was with when I bought a certain belt or pair of shoes. Or recently when I told my husband the train had to be coming soon because I saw a couple waiting by the tracks. I recognized them as the same couple who had left the same restaurant we had, approximately 10 minutes prior to our departure. So I knew they had been waiting for a train at least that long. A nice talent to have perhaps, but while I am oddly observant of some things, I'm afraid I am completely oblivious of far more important things. I guess you can't have your cake and eat it too.
|The view from Horseshoe Mesa|
I put some stories on paper shortly after we returned from our trip, which I will share here in upcoming entries. In the mean time, I hope that wherever you are you will find a moment to enjoy the beauty of a moon rise, the refreshing relief of fast flowing water, or the amazing taste of savory food. And quietly and simply thank God for them.