Deserts. I love living in the
Tucson desert. Yes, summers are hot, but from October until March it’s
beautiful. Oh, we get winter storms, but it doesn’t snow very often, and when
it does it’s a beautiful white dusting on the cactus that is gone by mid-day. I love the variety of cacti, catching a
glimpse of a roadrunner, coyote or javalina running by, seeing the
mountains. I love watching a storm roll
in, and the smells just before the rain starts, then the glorious rainbows that
follow. I love the huge open skies,
especially at night when I can see the Milky Way. I’m struck at those times with how insignificant
I am in this vast universe.
What don’t I like about
deserts? The rattlers, scorpions, bugs,
spiders, cactus spines – like a rose, they are beautiful but have deadly
spikes! I especially don’t like spiritual
deserts, and I seem to be in the middle of one right now, with no discernible
way out. I feel at times like I’m
wandering, think I found a way out, only to discover that those are my own
tracks that I’m following.


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