There is a kind of place I like to be in the outdoors--quiet--empty--but filled with life-- not the usual noisy, ordinary kind of life--a more mysterious, subtle kind of life: a humming, expanding, vibrating kind of life--sometimes with form and sometimes formless---the kind of life that fills and overflows the saguaro desert country of Arizona.
We went there again recently--but in a way I never leave the desert. I've got desert in my bones!
I was born in the New Mexico desert in what was the little town of Albuquerque and can always and easily recall the wild desert mood--the silence, the strange plants--the snake trails in the dirt and the lizards--the gray coyote slipping away into the distance--the glimpse of roadrunner or brilliant song of some Mexican bird hidden in the sparse trees.
But it is always wonderful to BE in the desert again: the high vibrating color, the tasty air--the humming distance--the weird plants, the the signs of animals, birds, insects--the dry heat--the magnificent sun.
Dangerous, deadly, happy, peaceful desert.
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