Arizona – From Tucson to Sedona

I sat inside a beautiful room at the Casino Del Sol in Tucson, Arizona reveling at the beauty of the place among the red mountains and the mighty Saguaro cactus’s that riddled the countryside.

My thoughts fall back to the long plane ride that brought us here to this land of beauty. The rain was falling from the sky, cleansing us as we headed to Albany Airport.

From above the clouds at this high altitude the sky looked like a vast ocean of wispy mists moving in rhythm with vibrations of the stars themselves.

The gem show in Tuscon graced us with incredible energy that seemingly radiated through. It was amazingly beautiful. Walter W. Cook, my husband was by my side along with Denise and her husband Tom. We were grateful and blessed.

So many gems, beads, jewels and the coolest, nicest people you would want to meet showered us as we spent three days walking among casinos, hotels, and tents in Tucson. It was radiant and it radiated within us.

Red Rock Mountains

Red Rock Canyon – Sedona, Arizona

Took the Baldwin Path to Templeton Trail to Red Rock – then backdown to Baldwin Path to Crescent Moon Path. We hiked more than I ever had since I was a child running along the old Indian Trails in upstate New York. Liberated and free we soaked up the sun, the majestic views, and the fun loving people all around.

One of the last cowboy’s.

Underneath the vortex tree in Sedona, Arizona

Grandmother tells me to let all unwanted things, stress, anything you have been holding onto be thrown into the ravenous river and let it be carried away. Release.

We walked a good three miles into beautiful terrain, mountainous peaks shining bright with the pale orange hue that you see in the soil beneath your feet. For some reason, we could breathe easier, clearer. At points the air would stand still before us and show waves of distinct energy. It enhanced our vision and wafted through our beings. We could feel the shift go through and around us. It was for all purpose, amazing. A sense of peace, of knowing, of loving, of being.

Buddha Temple, Sedona Arizona

Even the airplane above sounds like the vibrational rhythm of the Tibetan bowls that ring out against the magnificence of the red rock mountains. Walking three times around the Stupa praying for peace, relief from suffering, and love. Unconditional love to be spread worldwide by the synchronized thoughts of many.

The meditation on the trail was phenomenal. I was overcome with a sense of wellness, of pure bliss that spiraled through me and around me. I was consumed with gratefulness.

Prayer flags danced in the gentle breeze as I made my way down the path. How wonderful and peaceful here.

Regenerated, balanced and peaceful I struck out for the exit to this most blessed site. It was time to ready for another wonderful hike in these amazing red rock mountains.

We headed out to hike the day away on beautiful serene trails meeting wonderful people along the way.

The Grand Canyon – Sedona, Arizona

The Grand Canyon was the second wonder of the world that we have been blessed to experience. Majestic and regal, the surreal views full of natural beauty and elegance looked up at us as we took in the splendor.

On our way out of Sedona heading toward Phoenix, I watched as a local vaquero tended to the black cattle that glistened under the sun soaked sky. A sense of the old ways overcame me.

Beauty lies everywhere that has been touched by Creator. So within, so without. Walter and I are truly blessed to have journeyed to Arizona with the amazing guidance of Denise and Tom Montena.


The American People

A rainbow sunset glides over the mountain terrains that paint the background of the cities

in wait . . . for war.

Snow beats wildly outside, throwing sprays of mist up off the sidewalk as though each

flake were in debate about where to land.

The beat of the drum on Capital Hill has the music set for the shrill cry of battle.

Everything about the day has lost its innocence and the American people, in reality, wonder what it

is all for.

Some of those people are crying out that they don’t need this anymore.


911 brought us closer together, drawing the people into families that had drifted apart.

Looking out of the eyes of pain the American people found comfort in their children, but that was

just a start.

Friends, families, communities, an American nation; the people banded together to form one heart.


American troops at the ready, civilians on alert, the storm gathers rhythm as Bush and

Sadam flirt.

The people eye their children with their innocence and think of how to protect them from

getting hurt.

Publicized through the media as a notable cause, doesn’t a global war deserve fair pause?

A time to reflect, to weigh out the pro’s and the con’s, to locate the discrepancies and

work out the flaws.


The Rains set in as the air around us warms.

The people question the Nature of Love and the place where it forms. Is it from the hugs

or the kisses, or a kind thought that draws it forth, or is it aloft?

These and more thoughts invade the people’s senses, as our government contemplates

world war.

Facing the government all the while in ignorance; our clarity veiled by deception,

Propaganda and truths untold, do we really know what this war is for?

Is it our fate to sit and wait as the bell’s ring out the death toll?


We the American people, will never see all the chips on the table.

The real issues are kept hidden, making our positions unstable.

We, the civilians, going about our ordinary lives, will never know the real reasons why

so many people have to die.

The decisions our government is making, they are making for us.

Are you willing to fall in line behind them, giving over full power and trust?

Or should you question their intentions, whether they are valid and true.

Was not the last presidential election a star-studded ruse?


Ice forms on the windowpane, as the winds streak the glass with frost.

Frigid as the weather, our plight is being counted down.

Two more weeks they say until war breaks out.

Bush and Powell say we will win at any cost.

This poem was written at a time of great tragedy for the American people.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
Our fate rested in the hands of our President, Mr. Bush.
Instead of war, Mr. Bush went into hibernation and meditated on the situation that had befallen our great nation. Instead of reacting, he isolated himself in for earnest contemplation. President Bush did our country a great justice by doing so.