The Desert

Teaches us that our vulnerability is our greatest strength.

If water is essential to life. No one understands this more than the desert. 

Nevertheless.... she persists. In beauty. In death. She shows her barren nakedness for all to see.  

Her barely life that hangs on in the shadows, and occasional rivers.

She thrives in darkness, where the hunters move about on sand.

Silent steps in the moonlight.

She does not shy from the decay. But rather embraces it.... along the way. 

It is a part of her majesty.

The desert does not care about your kindness, your generosity, your gifts.

It doesn’t care about your accomplishments, how much money you have, who you are.

The desert teaches.

It is up to you, the traveller, the visitor, the be-ing, to honor the wisdom presented to you.

There is something about dehydration.

About being so vulnerable that your lips crack and your knees quake, and your mouth can’t hold wetness.

That is the surrender of the desert.

That we are in human bodies, and that at some level, it is always up to us to persist, to survive.

Modern life is a lot like a desert. Dehydrated. Barren. Forgotten. Pit falls and snakes lurking.

Rife with hidden beauty, and mysterious visions and door ways that might lead to your destiny.

Just bring water.