Driving through Bryce Canyon and the Dixie National Forest is a process not unlike one step forward and two steps back — only it’s more one drive left, one drive right and a tiny bit ahead. Traversing the landscape, all be it gorgeous, was truly a test on my already fragile equilibrium. 

As someone who travels a good deal, you probably wouldn’t imagine that I often struggle with motion sickness. To put it in perspective, even parking ramps can take a minimal toll. It is a battle of wills. My stomach eagerly works its way up past my heart on its journey to my throat. “You still have the wheel,” my brain tells my heart. And the words of Georgia O’Keeffe, are on continuous replay, “ I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life – and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.”  And we inch forward, passing yet another sign for Dixie.That may sound a bit dramatic. I’m not actually terrified of the mountains, the road, the curves, but more of my reaction to them. Oh, I have to read that again — “but more of my reaction to them.” It wasn’t exactly where I thought this was going, but there it is.  I suppose that’s always the way, isn’t it? Our reactions. A battle of wills. We are thrown curve after curve in this life. They come and go, but it’s how we react that can be ever so lasting. So lasting that when we finally get to the glorious straight and easy path, we are still going over it. Oh, for the love of Dixie! — please let me have the sense to let things go. To not clog one day’s journey with the last. 
With Georgia still on my mind, I think that today, no matter the view, I will create something beautiful!