Thursday, August 25, 2011

Beautiful

(photo by Tabitha Bird- Australian farming land)

The desert crept inside me dragging with it the stars from every night sky I have ever stood under so that when I looked up a hand of black was all I saw. It became the dry taste in my mouth and the desperate lack of words on the page. It was the brittle in my bones and the absence where good things once flowed.
Yet in my human wasteland I met someone.
I met myself. I met what I really cared about and what was worth the fight. I met things I'd been keeping long past there due date and I finally picked up others that wanted to be held.
This is why they say that the desert is a beautiful place. It is. All God's landscapes are. Every terrain has its purpose as does each person that walks through them.
I suspect the desert will always be a place inside me. Perhaps it's not a matter of walking out of deserts, but a matter of understanding as much as I can about dry places.

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What about you? Where do you walk in life? ever felt the desert inside your words?

PS- I would like to thank everyone who came by while I was away to tell me they were thinking of me. Thank you for the emails, facebook messages and the tweets. (Karen Walker, Tamika, Donna, Patti and so many others) I read all your comments and went to many of your blogs even if I did not comment. I feel I am supported and cared about. It will be my greatest pleasure to visit your blogs and support you now. I am very happy to be BACK!

23 comments:

  1. Nice to hear your words again!! I missed them.

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  2. Yay! Tab's back! And also, I just remembered I owe you an email :D

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  3. Yippee, she's baaaaack!!!! Love and miss you,
    karen (aka, mom)

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  4. I loved every word. Such a beautiful post.

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  5. Glad to see you back Tabitha! I've missed your lovely words, the way you write, whether expressing joy or pain.

    And yes, sometimes my writing has been a wasteland.

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  6. So happy you are back! Really. I have a great big smile on my face. I am walking a tough terrain right now...but know I will be strong enough to get through, even if I am tripping on the loose earth right now.

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  7. wow....the image speaks about ''solitude,remoteness,and utmost silence of desert''.

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  8. Good so good to see you bacK, Tab
    now it's great to find that spirituality, that encounter with God in a place like that... difficult it is in a crowded city.

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  9. What a lovely picture and heart-felt writing!

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  10. Oh, I so missed your beautiful descriptions of this place we all live. Welcome Back! :)
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

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  11. Beautiful TB and good to see you posting again. Blessings.

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  12. Thank you all for the warm welcome back.
    X

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  13. The dessert was not a mistake. It is a place that draws out our deepest longing for what truly quenches our thirst. Glad you're back in the writing/blogging mode. Love your blog!

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  14. I'm glad you're back too.....and your post means alot to me. I've struggled alone..and sometimes have to remember I'm not alone anymore. Have a great weekend and stay safe out there.

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  15. Tab, great to see the blue butterfly flying again! I look forward to your posts and hope you'll be able to stop by to see mine as well. Breaks are healthy refreshment for the soul. As for deserts, right now I am walking through the desert of a pinched nerve in my back, trying to push through to do what I need to do as the mother of five and a busy writer. I'm trying to offer up my pain for others who have worst suffering than mine to deal with, and they are always out there. Blessings to you in whatever landscapes lie ahead. :)

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  16. Nice to have you back. You've been missed..

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  17. Hey, Tab,
    So glad to see you back, and to read your beautiful words.

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  18. I find in each of us these landscapes. No sooner am I a wasteland, than the torrential rains fall. No sooner than I am drowning, an island rises in my belly. All of me, a painted landscape by the brush of God. Glad to have you back Tab!

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  19. I'm so happy that you're back! Your outpourings always minister to my heart.

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