The Sound Of Zion

A crazy 24 hours, spent half of a transatlantic flight attending to a medical emegency (thankfully all well).

Woke up at 5am so Matt and I went in search of breakfast on the Strip in LV. After the third pair of girls had said hello were we alight, I commented on how friendly folks were. Matt" Daaad!" Glad I can still embarass him at 22. You don't need to look far beneath the surface here...this place just makes me feel sad.

We drove mid morning to Zion National Park and walked up a hill. Chatting to a couple who'd been in the Park for a few days,I said something like we should stop taking pictures and just look. They said the local First Nation people say the area had a sound also.The wind that had ruffled our hair dropped and we could hear it, moving, dancing, breathing life, nurturing, connecting, grounding, quieting, suggesting a deep peace. The sound of Heaven touching earth.
The Sound of Zion