Take me to the desert
with mountains at our side,
walk with me in shadows,
let nature be our guide

We’ll stroll amongst the cacti,
pay homage to the quails;
take me to the desert
help me gather tales

The seasons are passing,
we’re running out of time;
take me to the desert
to heal this heart of mine.


By the time you read this, Ric and I will be on the road, headed south.  Texas and Arizona proved to be places of healing for me last year, and I hope that this journey will continue that process.



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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

27 thoughts on “Desert”

  1. I’m with you (in spirit) all the way. I am also heading off on a small adventure tomorrow – flying off to Paris in a howling gale, which should be interesting. I don’t think there’ll be any cacti and quails for me but I’m hoping for plenty of pain au chocolats and art galleries. Safe travels dear lady – and Ric too. I look forward to reading your poetry postcards from the desert 🙂

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