Monday, June 8, 2009


"... If you don't die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert.

You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young. In it, you can hear better than you've ever heard before -- labored crow wings, your stomach gurgling. Maybe no one will make you get out of the car -- which would be my preference -- but if they do, boy are you going to be paying better attention than you have in awhile.

These days cry out, as never before, for us to pay attention, so we can move through them and get our joy and pride back.

Everything in the desert is intentional: Underneath your feet is something that definitely struggled to be there. A lot of it is too voodoo-ey for a nervous type like me -- the skulls and skeletons and snakes. But there are also columbine and fern, hawks and kestrel. The water is so hidden and surprising that when it finally rains, all the creatures come out, and it is like the Rapture. "

- Anne Lamott, "The Dark Side Rising Diet", September 2004

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