Deanna and Kathleen
We were born only a year and a half apart. All of our young life people mistook us as twins. Yet, we were, and still are, very different.Kathleen has the outgoing, I don’t know a stranger, personality. I’m more the reserved, give me time, type.
I stayed in Missouri, close to where I grew up. Kathleen moved away, first to Maine (her husband was in the service) and then settled in Arizona. That was 35 or so years ago. And that has been how long it has been since we have spent more than an hour or two together, just the two of us.
That changed last week.
This is the resort where we stayed.We discovered that we wore the same type shoes – hers were black, mine were tan.
We also discovered that we are both very proud of our families, and talked about them to the point of craziness. Oh, and we wear the same deodorant. And use the same toothpaste. But she wears nightgowns, I wear pj’s.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered she has become a bookworm. Growing up, I was always the one getting lost in the wonder world of books. I told her she needs to check out one of my favorite authors, Maeve Binchy. We were both surprised when we returned to her house a few days later and saw a book she had picked up on a whim the previous week. You guessed it. Maeve Binchy!
Neither of us is overly fond of eating out. In 4 days we ate out only once. This was our idea of eating out.
Watching and listening to the water as we caught up on life.
On day two it was warm enough to test the heated pool and hot tub. Remember, we were in the Sedona mountains. Snow was still on many of the peaks and trails.
We were drawn to the many mountain streams.
Can there possibly be a better picnic lunch view than this?
Kathleen’s favorite hiking trail is Oak Creek Canyon.
We weren’t expecting the paths to be snow covered, though.
This swollen stream abruptly ended our eagerly anticipated many mile hike. According to my expert guide, there were many similar crossings to navigate, assuming we made it across this one without getting wet… which we wouldn’t have.We got plenty of exercise, though, hiking up hills and rocks to catch the many breath taking views.
Chapel of the Holy Cross – Frank Lloyd Wright
One of the highlights of the trip was this chapel, co-existing with the red Sedona rocks, built by Frank Lloyd Wright, designed by one of his students, Marguerite Brunswig Staude. The experience was breathtaking.
Rather than brave the many cars coming and going from the top, we parked along the road at the bottom of the hillside and hiked up. The view just increased in beauty as we ascended the mountain.
Usually I don’t care for modern designs, but not this time. I fell in love with the peacefulness.
It was easy to get lost in prayer, even though people were all around. The view, and scents from the candles, were intoxicating.
We only wished we had thought to bring a crumpled dollar or two so we could light a candle in memory of our parents. It didn’t matter, though. We could feel them there with us.
Back down, into the town of Sedona, we visited a gallery and walked through some shops.
I took this picture for Iggy. I think there is an OCHA hiding in the spaceship. But I couldn’t get close enough to see for sure.
Some kind soul agreed to take our picture. They were right to focus on the landscape…
More Sedona photos. God was sure in a colorful mood this night.
And I will leave you with this:
A month or so ago Kathleen rescued this marvelous dog from a shelter. I fell in love with Henry. She refused to let me take him home with me. Sigh. She still doesn’t share well at all!
Oh, another way we are different. I love the world of computers. Kathleen doesn’t. Which mean, she probably won’t see this post.But just in case she does. Love you Kathleen.