Day: July 8, 2014

Fire Restrictions Still On

July 8, 20140

Verde Valley AZ (July 8, 2014) – The monsoon rains have begun, and Northern Arizona has received some moisture. Unfortunately,…

Sedona

ADOT ready to address post-Slide Fire
flood issues on State Route 89A

July 8, 20140

Motorists urged to be alert for changing weather conditions in Oak Creek Canyon during monsoon season Sedona AZ (July 8, 2014)…

Ted Grussing

Today’s Photo from Ted Grussing Photography:
Transformation

July 8, 20140

By Ted Grussing What a fun day … on the way down to Phoenix we stopped by Turf Soaring to…

League of Women Voters Candidates’ Forums
for the Sedona City Election

July 8, 20141

Sedona AZ (July 8, 2014) – The League of Women Voters Greater Verde Valley is holding two candidates’ forums for…

Extensive Slide Fire and
Oak Creek Canyon Photos on Display

July 8, 20140

The Slide Fire Story: A Photographic Tribute to Oak Creek Canyon Sedona AZ (July 8, 2014) – The Slide Fire…

Livin’ the Luau at Sedona Community Pool on July 26

July 8, 20140

Sedona AZ (July 8, 2014) – The City of Sedona offers another great community event that will bring people together…

Comedy for a Cause:
Zenprov performs benefit show for HERO.

July 8, 20140

A funny thing happened on the way to Nicaragua ~ AGAIN! Sedona AZ (July 8, 2014) – You’re invited to…

Life is Kind That Way
By Amaya Gayle Gregory
It’s been an interesting evening. Well, it’s been like this for a while, but I am just now attempting to put words to it. Why? Because I can. That’s as close as I can get. It feels like I’m playing a game of Clue and polishing the pieces that have emerged, fascinated by them and aware that something has changed again. I can’t seem to garner any interest in doing, let alone thinking. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just what is. I feel more and more pixelated, like the space between pixels is expanding beyond its ability to reform in any knowable or meaningful shape. The understanding of what this is, of what we are, seems to be devouring the connective tissue, the ideas and threads that connected past and future, that set up the me and other structures of life. The need to do, the compassionate desire to change or fix or alter what is, the storehouse of wants is emptying out. This has happened before and passed, like all things, but this feels a bit different, more like a settling in, a wiping of the slate, than a drive-by. Read more→