Yes I know it’s Friday. And from the number of angry letters arriving in my inbox you know  it too. It’s not my fault you had a lousy week. I told you that would happen if you kept that kind of attitude but do you listen, nooooooooooooo. So here you are, whining to me about how you need some peace and quiet and it better be damn quick.

Our Friday images are usually chosen to provide you with just that, a soothing comforting glimpse of somewhere you aren’t but would like to be. So today we’ll revisit the Virgin.

The Virgin river in Zion National Park is almost a patented, guaranteed place to soothe those mental aches and pains, return some tranquility to your soul and to give you hope that, yes Virginia, there is a place so achingly beautiful that you can’t be angry or upset or bored or depressed or any of those things that make Friday, Friday. It’s simply not allowed.

Walk along the river’s edge, feel the cool air coming up out of the depths of the canyon, listen to the murmuring of the river as it spends its day slowly rounding the rough unshaped rocks in its bed into perfect orbs of stone. Small birds flit from branch to twig singing their song as you pass by, while over head the sound of a raven calling echoes back and forth against the canyon walls. This is a good place to be.

Alright I know this is a short post today but look at the picture, there’s 1000 or more words there that I don’t have to put down here, because they will do a much better job than I ever could have in telling you about this beautiful place. So look your fill, then head out into that weekend and if things get hectic and overwhelming just remember todays post and revisit the Virgin. It’ll help.