OK, reality sucks more than I have energy or will to waste thinking about it... so IMAGINATION? sillyness anyone?
It has been a day to survive, oh yes, it has...
dang, I'm weary. Not sure I can properly start what I want to here today... but I gotta try
High in the desert, tucked away deep into the folds of the endless mountains sits a little secret valley. Watered year-round by a faithful trickle it remains green and cool where it bends away from the sun. There are deep, boulder-studded pools in a red rock walled canyon. This is one of my secret places of blue skies and deep, clear water, of silence as big as the wind and spaces as empty as the spaces between thoughts of them lucky enough to find such an oasis. The rocks store the heat long into the cool nights, and the pools are so lovely by moonlight many have said the experience of floating on one's back and seeing the moon rise has forever changed them. Further up the canyon, is a little handmade dwelling, so skillful in placement and utility the dwellers lack for nothing -- even though the nearest power pole is miles away. The rain, the wind and the sun are captured and managed to great advantage and most food as grown from plants that help manage the climate (grapes from the shade arbor, etc). This is a place big enough and yet small enough that one can both lose themselves and in so doing, find themselves. I've made a little fire from some mesquite wood and am grilling some trout... the moon is coming up and the pool is gurgling below. Anybody for a dip?
Ahh, I feel slightly better now. It is easy -- think about how YOU would design something... add a new home up further in the canyon or maybe trek up north a bit to the lake country... or down to the seaside town. There is no pain here, no disapointment... only imagination... and hopefully friendship and sillyness too.
shalom
It has been a day to survive, oh yes, it has...
dang, I'm weary. Not sure I can properly start what I want to here today... but I gotta try
High in the desert, tucked away deep into the folds of the endless mountains sits a little secret valley. Watered year-round by a faithful trickle it remains green and cool where it bends away from the sun. There are deep, boulder-studded pools in a red rock walled canyon. This is one of my secret places of blue skies and deep, clear water, of silence as big as the wind and spaces as empty as the spaces between thoughts of them lucky enough to find such an oasis. The rocks store the heat long into the cool nights, and the pools are so lovely by moonlight many have said the experience of floating on one's back and seeing the moon rise has forever changed them. Further up the canyon, is a little handmade dwelling, so skillful in placement and utility the dwellers lack for nothing -- even though the nearest power pole is miles away. The rain, the wind and the sun are captured and managed to great advantage and most food as grown from plants that help manage the climate (grapes from the shade arbor, etc). This is a place big enough and yet small enough that one can both lose themselves and in so doing, find themselves. I've made a little fire from some mesquite wood and am grilling some trout... the moon is coming up and the pool is gurgling below. Anybody for a dip?
Ahh, I feel slightly better now. It is easy -- think about how YOU would design something... add a new home up further in the canyon or maybe trek up north a bit to the lake country... or down to the seaside town. There is no pain here, no disapointment... only imagination... and hopefully friendship and sillyness too.
shalom
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