desert solitaire

“The desert says nothing.  Completely passive,
acted upon but never acting, the desert lies there
like the bare skeleton of Being,
spare, sparse, austere, utterly worthless,
inviting not love but contemplation.”
— Edward Abbey

And so you head to the desert. No news, no yelling, no hate. Just lizards and rocks and cactus blooms and 100-degree heat radiating off a trail that keeps whispering, “oh, come on. One more mile.

It’s too hot, but that’s OK. No other hikers. No rattlesnakes. Just a roller coaster trail and happy hallucinations.

Tomorrow, you’ll return to worrying.

Today, you are content to contemplate.

About gary

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3 Responses to desert solitaire

  1. Dorothea says:

    I need to find myself a desert. The closest thing I have is the beach at 5am in the morning. Very true about getting away from it all sometimes.


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