There is only one constant in life. It is change.–Heraclitus

March was a busy month, very different for what is typical in Arizona. The rain mattered and we were gifted with a brilliant wildflower bloom for a change. The birds seem to be singing louder, and I am not sure if it is just because I am paying closer attention, or if, they too, appreciate the desert in all it’s splendor. Regardless, there is no doubt in my mind that the cactus wren built a room with a view this year.

Even a flower must learn to weather the rain in order to grow in the sun.–unknown

During a week in Sedona, we had a peek into the destruction, power, and beauty that the rainwater and run-off brought. We learned quickly, attitude would be everything on this trip, and with patience we embraced the possibility that this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity, and waited for the sun.

The pessimist complains about the wind, the optimist expects it to change. The realist adjusts the sails.– Will Arthur

As funny as it sounds, puddles and waterfalls are almost an anomaly in the desert. As the realist in the group, the desert knows what to do. The canyons give directions about the way forward. The puddles respond with reflections that seem to taunt the drought. And the wildflowers downstream? They had quite a celebration.

Sometimes in the winds of change we find our true direction.-unknown

Fays Arch is evident of the tests of time. It sits up on a ledge with an invite to scramble up the side. It isn’t particularly hard, and it seemed like the goal until I got there. The clouds were the last hurrah to the storms and the rain still dripped from the arches. I thought of my three year old granddaughter who would have loved the clouds. She insists they are soft and we can hop around on them. I felt my dad ‘s presence here too, and I wondered if this was a gateway to heaven. I cried until I laughed, knowing he would have said…”maybe that’s your door, not mine, I am tucked in nicely at the eternal golf course.”

Even with our differences, he always left me with something profound. The last time…a thank you for always being exactly who I am meant to be. That won’t change.

The sky is the limit.

Always believe something wonderful is about to happen.

Peek-a-boo views included.

Wind Kisses, Donna

Inspiration: Sunday Stills, Marsha-WQ, The Changing Seasons: Bushboy, Julyn,