Heading home from a recent road trip, we took an unexpected detour. We wound through the Vermilion Cliffs of AZ, amazed at the beauty all around us. It was the anniversary of my father’s death, and I’d been trying to think of a good way to honor him.
When we reached the Navajo Bridge at the confluence of the Little Colorado river, an idea came to me that felt right. I left an offering of CA white sage (which he’d picked before he died) and a prayer for the water, the land, and all the life connected to them.