August 30, 2015 § 2 Comments
….every pilgrimage to the desert is a pilgrimage to the self.
There is no place to hide and so we are found.
– Terry Tempest Williams, Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert
Hold me in your hand. Imagine I am language – hold me in your mouth.
Make me into a body. Place me in the water – return me to the source.
Build a space for yourself on this earth – build a house for your heart.
Bloom against the current – you, too, yes – here, now.
Leap from the earth. Swing in a hammock of stars.
Follow the clay, the scarlet penstemon, the flash of a hummingbird’s wings.
This is all you need: color, stillness, the burst of breath.