October 18, 2017




Had the pleasure of going to Prescott this week.  I always enjoy the desert.  Arizona's desert is different than California's desert, but just as peaceful and beautiful.  I always feel calm there.  It feels like floating in a quiet pool and all your thoughts and cares just seem to soak up into the sun rays you're basking in.  It's like the stillness you feel when your sitting by a creek or river, and you just hear the water and the trees.  Something about the desert is magical to me.  I love it. The landscaping of dirt and rock.  The unlikelihood of shade from a cactus.  The pop of color you get from a blooming flower.  The clear blue sky with the mountains as a back drop.  Every time I come to the desert it's like dropping by a wise friends house.  Someone you admire and could sit and listen to their stories of long ago and a life thats passed by.  Someone you could sit on a porch with and sip ice tea and say nothing at all.   Just listening to the still breeze as the sun kisses your skin - until the trance that your in is broken by laughter - followed by 'we should have some ice cream.'  I honestly wish I had an old wise friend like this.  It use to be my grandma, but since she's gone the desert has taken a familiar approach to a warm fond kinship.  I will always love it as far as I can see.









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