The Grand Canyon

We went to the Grand Canyon today, and the sacred Lakota pipe I was recently given wanted to go with us.  When we went to our first lookout it was crowded with tourists all scurrying about taking pictures, enjoying themselves, reminding me of how different I am.  I felt the need to sit, be still, listen and simply  be with the canyon, out of respect for its sacredness.  At that point, I went into a trance of sorts.  I became one with the pipe and the canyon, weird but unforgettable.  I later described the feeling as being part of a wave in the ocean.  What I meant was being part of something massive and powerful that was moving, but not really moving, just full of potential.