I feel quite certain Edward Abbey said something moving and brilliant about the gifts the desert freely gives; perhaps something like
this morning as i cleaned through a stack of papers in my room that clamor from somewhere deep within their pile “herein lies all the wisdom, all the answers, don’t cast us away”, but i’m never quite sure what to do with–i found the following birthday gift emerging to be heard and read and held, and it felt the perfect way to honor the turning of the season from birthday to autumn, from introspection to pruning and preparing for hibernation whence seeds germinated begin their coiling stretch in DNA code long since buried that ignites us all–and so i share it with you in joyful celebration of its expression.
from tessa at my birthday
a heart filled with tearful blessedness,
hearing the crane’s cry, seeing the woman’s bone
cradled deeply in red cliff’s shadow
a message from self–this shadow stalks me,
warrior, shaman, sage
silhouette ever with me, silently willing and waiting to be heard
i am blessed and grateful indeed.