On
January 30th, I am leaving my home and family to spend an entire month
by myself on the south rim of the Grand Canyon as an Artist In
Residence. The National Park Service chooses twelve people a year to
enjoy a month of solitude and solid work. I plan to drive the 1300 miles
to Arizona so that I can have my easel, computer, and books, guitar and
hiking boots. Everything else, will get left behind.
These
are what I think of as my taffy years. Pulled in one direction by the
needs of my soon to be teen-age son, and the other direction by the
needs of my aging father and mother-in-law. In the middle is
menopausal-me, all too aware I am not accomplishing all I want, or need.
So the Grand Canyon.
The
sky. The moods of winter. The wind. The stars and stones and sculpted
crevasses deep and wide and old. And hope. Hope as immense as those
crags that in that space I will find the small voice that fills the void
and gives meaning and joy.
The Grand Canyon is my "soulspot." A place I have rafted and hiked. A place I dream of when I am not there.
This blog is dedicated to my journey back. I hope you will virtually join me.
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