“It was here, standing above this awe-inspiring and treacherous canyon wall, that I had found myself. It was at that very moment, gazing into the canyon where my grandfather and his father had struggled to tame this wild land, that I knew I was of this place. This land forged by time, creation and destruction. Its very air was my breath, its soil my flesh, and its history, its peoples history, my heart.” This is an excerpt from an essay I had written two years ago about “finding myself” entitled Arizona and I.