we are the source of love

In this season when we commemorate and celebrate

the birth of unconditional love,

may it fill you until you are full, until you are overflowing,

and may your sweet heart of hearts flow love out

and wash over everyone you encounter,

so that, they too, experience the abundant love

that is often hidden, but always there.

May we each be tiny beacons of abundant love,

for ourselves and ALL the things

and bring Peace to this blessed Place.

Comment on lines

Loved this one….my first response to the desert was the underlying linear/geometric nature of this kind of low level “forest”…if one doesn’t look closely enough, you would miss all that wonderful business near the ground…thanks for being my eyes and ears while we are away

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As usual, these photos are SUPERB Gale! We awoke yesterday to our first winter wonderland of SNOW in this fabulous forest – but looking at these shots reminds me of the great love I still carry for the desert. Am so looking forward to sitting on your porch when I am there in Feb. and having some tea with you whilst enjoying the gorgeous landscape…

quenched fires

turning, roasting,

sleeping on the surface of a

lava lake.


rain pours,

fires quenched.

I fall
into a deep sleep,



nights rain drops seem to coalesce the largest on the clusters of cactus
spines.  This makes poetic sense to me.

Comment on (b)readcrumbs

Oh, what a beautiful walk I just took in the canyon. Breathtaking and homesick-making! And what a nice jewel you found. Yes, the sugars are playing games with all of us women, I think, and hormones, too, but we can’t lose our heads over it. We just go on knowing that tomorrow is another day of claiming the beauty that you have an especially honed skill for finding.


I wonder if all the flour and sugar from all the birthday cakes and food frenzy since Thanksgiving is at the core of my feeling of lack of will, being almost paralyzed to do anything but what absolutely has to be done…I make my usual, life long, to do lists and peak at them all day long and snarl, and never do anything.  Walking this morning, which often brings some clarity, I concluded that it is time to STOP doing ‘to do lists’ entirely!  It sniffs like a freedom that I can’t even imagine or recognize?  Will I  actually be able to do this?  Well…maybe I can make a list when I do my once/twice a week venture into town to run errands, so I don’t forget anything…?


Near the house starting our walk, I looked up into the hills to scan the lines.  A golden object caught my eye.  It was probably about a mile away, on a steep slope.  I was going that general way anyway… it got closer , half way, and I photographed it thinking I would never have the ambition to hike that far and I could just blow up the picture on the computer and see what it was. 


The low slant of the just risen sun, was zeroing in on the golden object, and I noticed the cholla in the path were also glittering in that angle.  I usually move quickly through this cholla field because the ground all around is littered with the seed pieces, hoping to take root and become full fledged upright cholla someday.  The dogs can pick up the pieces in their paws and on their legs and may even try to get one off by mouthing it and we have a messy, painful situation.  Hmm…I seem to have a business situation that feels like that going on right now…I carry a comb as a tool for removing them.  Could that golden object be a particularly heavily stickered cholla in just the right place?


But the find site de rencontre gratuit sans carte contrast continues to draw me to it as I allow my curiosity to lead us on…it is like a giant breadcrumb, or cake crumb, on the hillside, calling to me.  There is no plan and it was not on my ‘to do list’.  I like this process for living my life much more than plan/list/execute…that does not work for me anymore.

the golden crumb is smack dap in the middle of this pic

Did I make it to the golden cake crumb?  I got just across the wash from it, close enough to discern what it was and get a photo to document the process.


It was the remains of a desert spoon, a yucca that grows higher up in the hills here.  The top/head had fallen off and the core of it was shining in the sun…hmmm…hope my head falls off and my core shines in the sun too.

it looks like a headless person dressed in festive native garb…


One of the things I love about, and attempt to continually notice, in this Sonoran Desert is the lines:

the thick, straight up of the Sahuaros, themselves a series of upright ribs and rows of spines,

the ocotillo and their dancing splay of spiky, crooked, radiations from the root,

the horizon that is never flat, following the jagged peaks and the softly sloping valleys of the mountains.


I find myself stopped mid step by the lines, somewhat parallel, of this flat rock.  But it is not layers in the rock, it is the shadow of the clump of grass between the rock and the morning sun.


And though the color did not catch my eye, the lines in this morning’s sunrise sent me running for the camera, quick, before the brilliance of the edge of clouds criss-cross with ocotillo was blasted away by full on sun.


Grateful to notice these things amongst the uncharacteristic busyness, focus, and speed of December when just about every family member has a birthday that mounts on top of the equinox/Christmas/new year’s celebrations and duties…i pause for lines.