desert, arizona, time and space unpredictable
"When I got to New Mexico, that was mine," Georgia O'Keeffe said in 1977. "As soon as I saw it, that was my country. I'd never seen anything like it before, but it fitted to me exactly. It's something that's in the air, it's different. The sky is different, the wind is different. I shouldn't say too much about it, because other people may be interested, and I don't want them interested."
I understand Georgia's words entirely, because this is how I feel about the desert. No one could love the desert as much as I do, the way I do. It is mine. It is mine in a way only I can understand, in a way that allows it to be mine and not mine at all. I do not mean "mine" in the possessive sense that English insists upon, but then, I've said before that my first language doesn't always have to words to say what I mean. The desert's wild, barbed personality is entirely small enough to cup in my hands and so large it expands through me, across the solar fields, into the silvery nothingness and surrounding everything. We've reached across broken lines, fingers sparking in each other the foundation of what drew us together in the first place. We are friends. We have crawled inside each other's skin.
This morning I woke up with Arizona sifting through my bedroom window in the form of a breeze, settling over me like a cool linen sheet. I raised my hands and look at the spirals, the goddess, the star tattooed with henna on my hands. They draw me in, a reminder that time and space are not so absolute.
For those who think weddings are a waste of time and money, you should have been at the one I was at this weekend. It wasn't so much a wedding as it was a melding of love coming from every direction, from family and friends. I think even those strangers passing by felt it, stopped to watch and see where the magic was emanating from. This is what a wedding should be. Pure love.
And with love, of course, comes the fun and shenanigans. See, for example, the power twins, Water and Fire. (Earth and Air were occupied with other endeavors.)
I don’t think anyone in their right mind would mess with these two Elements. (EDIT: For clarification to those who don't know me in person, I'm on the right with the dark hair.)
I have more to say about this but work calls, as ever. I feel centered. I think this will be a good week.
I understand Georgia's words entirely, because this is how I feel about the desert. No one could love the desert as much as I do, the way I do. It is mine. It is mine in a way only I can understand, in a way that allows it to be mine and not mine at all. I do not mean "mine" in the possessive sense that English insists upon, but then, I've said before that my first language doesn't always have to words to say what I mean. The desert's wild, barbed personality is entirely small enough to cup in my hands and so large it expands through me, across the solar fields, into the silvery nothingness and surrounding everything. We've reached across broken lines, fingers sparking in each other the foundation of what drew us together in the first place. We are friends. We have crawled inside each other's skin.
This morning I woke up with Arizona sifting through my bedroom window in the form of a breeze, settling over me like a cool linen sheet. I raised my hands and look at the spirals, the goddess, the star tattooed with henna on my hands. They draw me in, a reminder that time and space are not so absolute.
For those who think weddings are a waste of time and money, you should have been at the one I was at this weekend. It wasn't so much a wedding as it was a melding of love coming from every direction, from family and friends. I think even those strangers passing by felt it, stopped to watch and see where the magic was emanating from. This is what a wedding should be. Pure love.
And with love, of course, comes the fun and shenanigans. See, for example, the power twins, Water and Fire. (Earth and Air were occupied with other endeavors.)
I don’t think anyone in their right mind would mess with these two Elements. (EDIT: For clarification to those who don't know me in person, I'm on the right with the dark hair.)
I have more to say about this but work calls, as ever. I feel centered. I think this will be a good week.