November 22-26, 2017, across Arizona-
I cannot not serve others, even on holiday. I am hard-wired to look for how best to relieve another’s pain and ennui, while finally having learned, thanks to my blessed departed wife, how to involve the other person in the solution to that suffering and ennui.
It comes to me, as to where I should go, on a given day, and who I should visit. On Wednesday, with no prior schedule, I went out to Superior, to see my friends at Sun Flour Market. I learned that my friend, whom I felt as if I’ve known forever, had left, to pursue other ventures. I learned that my friend, who owns the enterprise, is facing a great personal challenge and that my unexpected visit, along with those of a few other friends, was most comforting. No journey is ever wasted.
Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, was spent with my best friend and several of her family members. It’s always a blessing to be with this woman, and my favourite holiday was no exception. One of the other men carved the turkey, but I got the best job- trimming all the meat off the carcass, after dinner. That, to me, has always been the most satisfying task- guaranteeing that there is plenty of meat for many a meal to come.
Friday morning, I went down to Phoenix, and visited a long-time friend who is entering the vacation rental business. Here is a photo of the house in question.
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After looking over the house and yard, I headed up to Cave Creek, lunch at Local Jonny’s and a couple of hours of hiking at Spur Cross Ranch Preserve. I will have more to say, and show, about this lovely expanse, in a few posts from now, but here are a couple of scenes of Spur Cross Trail and its offshoots.
Above is an oasis, built along Cottonwood Wash.
This is A’s stone ruin, which he built with his mom and grandma.
Here is a Huhugam mano and metate, from the 11th Century.
Spur Cross will see me again, soon.
Saturday morning found me up early and headed out the door by 6:30. A stop fro breakfast at Verde Cafe, Camp Verde, got me well-set for the rest of the drive to Native American Baha’i Institute, at Burntwater, on the Navajo Nation. The occasion was the Light of Unity Art and Music Festival. I bought a few things, and took several photos, mostly in low light. The power was in the music and in the accompanying dance. Here are a few scenes of the power that radiated outward. Diversio, The Treasure Crew and the venerable Benally family laid down that power.
There is unstoppable power in unity. I haven’t been up to visit the Dineh as often as I might. My role is increasingly cast in Prescott and vicinity, but as another friend remarked, this afternoon, distance to a friend’s house is ever small. I will support these great efforts as best I can.
Sunday, I happened over to my best friend’s sister’s house, and ordered a Christmas gift, as she is a rep for a nationally-known cosmetics firm. This took a couple of hours, well-spent, discussing a variety of subjects, around the display table.
Now, it’s back to work and a satisfying routine. When I wake up, I will be 67, and a whole new set of expectations come with that seemingly artificial renewal.