Excerpt:
I stood 2,000 feet above the Colorado River. I looked out to the emptiness of the canyon. In the vast opening, I felt seen for the first time in a year. The canyon reflected the emptiness I had felt so deep within myself. I was exposed on this ledge, visible from all directions. I started to tear up. I wanted so badly to be seen. The emptiness of the canyon was layers of sand and rock, purple and red and brown. The emptiness made room for depth, space, mystery, discovery, and the raging river far below. Emptiness was a beautiful thing, and it was every color but gray.