The thing about the desert is color, constant endless changing color. It’s
the primal colors of
earth where life is isolated and more easily seen for its
beauty, like a viola solo, rather than
the symphony. It is not silent as some
suspect. A music and underlying mantra chant plays
on the
heart carried on the winds.
It seems we are often confronted with the sign “Road Closed” but is it really?
Do we place it there ourselves? Are others trying to protect us from our
imaginations, the
endlessness of the road? Or a wrong turn that may lead us to
a place they can’t understand?
Unpaved, unmarked, but
traveled by some angel at some point at some time; can it lead anywhere
but
where we want to go?
There is no night, no time when the light doesn’t shine on us.
Those who proclaim darkness
haven’t read Genesis, “and then there
was light…” Some times we can’t see it, some times
we don’t allow
ourselves to feel it, too much for our little spirits. But
it is always there. Cold
from the stars, invisible but not
transcendent in its shortest waves of radiation,
burning hot in its glory, a fire of knowledge illuminating in its
morning.
Reminding us that we all have mountains to traverse if we wish to reach our
goal.
Love always.
