I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name
Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
DEWEY BUNNELL, “A Horse with No Name”
If you don’t die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young.
A desert is a place without expectation.
I will be heading to the desert in March and deserts are on my mind. I love the dry heat. I love the animal life. I love the smells and the tiny sounds. I love the big silence. I love the views. I love the overwhelming stars at night. It will be good to get back to the desert.
Love the pics. Love the Eagles song as well.
I start humming the Eagles song every time I am in the desert. Thanks for your comment!
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