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Picture Yourself in a National Park!

April 4, 20120

Join Sunset Crater Volcano, Walnut Canyon, and Wupatki National Monuments as They Celebrate National Park Week Flagstaff AZ (April 4,…

Fees waived for Martin Luther King Jr. Weekend, January 14-16

January 11, 20120

Sedona AZ (January 11, 2012) – In celebration of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, the U.S. Forest Service will waive…

Pile Burning at Walnut Canyon National Monument

January 4, 20120

Flagstaff AZ (January 4, 2012) – Flagstaff Area National Monuments have received permission to continue pile burning at Walnut Canyon…

Park Rangers and Department of Public Safety helicopter evacuate injured park volunteer at Wupatki National Monument

January 3, 20122

Flagstaff AZ (January 3, 2012) – On the afternoon of January 2 longtime park volunteer, Bern Carey and several companions…

Endangered condors celebrate 15th anniversary since reintroduction into Arizona

December 30, 20110

Verde Valley AZ (December 30, 2011) – The endangered California condor population that now spans Arizona and Utah is celebrating…

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→