I love all the changes. Every day, every hour, almost every minute is sooooo different there. The light is continuously changing almost to the point that you can chase it. In February there is water coursing down every little gully and over every rock face, sometimes in torrents.. In April it can be all dried up and look totally different. The colors can show up in the softest, gentlest way and become totally intense in another place. They can differ within just a few feet, bright white juxtaposed by deepest black and softest greens against brilliant orange.
Isn't that the way life is? One day everything is in an uproar and the next can be tranquil. In my Zion, which is not just a physical place but a place in my head, I can make the best or the worst of it. My choice. Pursuing "My Zion" has become something of a passion for me. It is a vision quest of sorts to try and improve my point of view on everything in every day. Sometimes I succeed and pat myself on the back. Sometimes I fail miserably but now I don't continue to beat myself up as in the past. Each day I am trying to become just a little bit better in "My Zion".