(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.
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!