soles bare, now wander! lost with longing, this desert, in search of the soul
Thunder echoes in the distance as the clouds begin to gather. Their shadows shift as they slowly move across the red rocked valley, almost dancing the desert’s severe cycles into life before my very eyes. A single icy drop of rain pierces the top of my now bare foot that has been mindlessly tracing spirals in the dust at the base of a dear desert Friend, Dancing Juniper. i know my time to sit in awe and wonder at the desert expanse below with Her is coming to an end.
How obvious the cycle between endings, beginnings, and endings, life, death, and life becomes here in the desert. A place of extremes, the Beings of the desert know that to live, death must also have a time to dance. To be willing to let die that which must die, that which is stifling life, is a lesson i am learning now as i experience an ending. Or maybe, it is a beginning, one that has been on its why to my knowing ever since my bare soles first connected with the desert dust of northern New Mexico.
Now is the time to wander, bare soles to the soil, without the sure footing of shoes. To let all preconceived notions of who i thought i was, where i thought i was going fall away. Now is the time to find a bit of myself, a bit of my soul while getting lost out here in the desert. An ending, a death, a removal of my sure, shoed footing was necessary so that i could start to live.
Another drop of icy rain pierces my forehead, another low drum of thunder reverberates across the valley, and i know i must leave my Friend and wander back down the mesa…
Rhythm of Life and Death, empower me
Rhythm of Life and Death
Who thunders in desert extremes
sound in my heart the necessity of Your cycle
empower me to walk courageously in Your way
to leave the deadness which stifles vitality
behind in the desert dust, carried away on the wind
to know that as i wander through the inbetween
i am walking with You
