AN ARIZONA JOURNEY
Me and my husband, Doug, rambled up this hill of a small mountain in Arizona in 1999. I had seen it in the distance while we were driving back from the Grand Canyon. It called to me. As can only happen out west, the hill kept moving farther away as we drove toward it. We finally got to it around dusk. Doug and I climbed the hill, me mostly in fear of going somewhere we weren't supposed to be going. It was just a hill on the side of the road. What if this was private property? Doug voiced his fear about the probability of animal predators meeting us along the way. Still, a small voice kept calling me. "I have a gift for you," was what I intuited it said to me. I had to do it, I had to climb her.
Weren't we surprised when we reached the top to find an old army green camouflaged box with a lock dangling from it? What was it? I was voicing my concern about opening it when Doug had it opened and was searching its content. The hill was not a new find. It was called Hawk Hill. Inside the contents of the army box was a journal written by a high school class of students. Yes, this was my gift. I wrote my journal entry and returned it to its box for the next person who would make the same discovery.
Paths that seem like we are trailblazing all alone have been journeyed before.
Follow the still small voice and be led to somewhere fruitful and serene. Listen to your fears and unless the fear is truly physically life-threatening, thank it for talking to you and move on in courage.
Wonder and joy awaits. Listen to your inner voice and follow its lead.
© 2002 Mary Gravelle