A journey vs. a musical thing...

As always, my life continues to be filled with drama!

Earlier last week, I went to Arizona for a meeting at some fancy resort.  Drove from the Phoenix airport and my lovely GPS directed me to this nowhere land...  Just imagine the rest of the story. 

Friday afternoon, after the meeting, I was on my way from Phoenix to Page, Arizona to spend the weekend in high deserts.  It was supposed to be an easy 4-hour drive, but it turned into a more than 8 hours journey.  About 25 miles from Page (just think about how close I was to my final destiny), a section of the highway 89 was totally destroyed by a landslide.  It was impassible so when you get to the closed section of the road, the little red sign would direct you to an unexpected 4-hour detour...  At that point, a GPS is completely useless!  It's probably hard for you to imagine the rest of the story, as the pain and the darkness is pretty unimaginable!

Remember the FL sinkhole and the WA landslide??  The world has randomly become a very scary place!!!

Anyways, I did some photography work, but not nearly as intense as what I had anticipated.  Maybe due to the high stress from all the driving drama during the week, for once, I decided to just ENJOY life -- enjoy the boat rides in Lake Powell and the spirituality in Sedona...

As my little Michelle perfectly put in her Facebook:

We thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at the end and the thing was to get to that end... but we missed the point the whole way along: it was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing and dance while the music was being played.