Immersed in waves of stone carved by the elements, I swear I could feel the canyon’s heartbeat. Walking on delicate sand, beams of light struck the canyon walls, illuminating the rich orange, yellow and purple tones. Hundreds of years worth of creation, I was visiting with an old soul.
I saw this place as a symbol of strength and perseverance. The canyon has and continues to endure and adapt, allowing itself to reform over and over again. It refuses to be destroyed and turns its hardships into artistry, reminding me that I too, can master the art of change.