I’ve spent the past several days enjoying the stunning desert landscape here in greater Phoenix-Mesa-Tempe-Scottsdale area. Yesterday, my daughter took us on a tour of the Desert Botanical Garden where she has worked for the past year. Here are just some of the many plants located in this beautiful garden:
I have to apologize. I really meant to blog something meaningful this week, but to be honest, my time has been consumed by other things. From my headlong rush to complete this novel by the end of the year (crossed 102,00 words and I’m almost there) to getting ready for Christmas on the other side of this continent (Savannah, Georgia to Mesa, Arizona), my time has not been my own.
Perhaps, next week I’ll be able to post something a little more relevant from Mesa.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
In light of all the horror and violence assaulting us daily, maybe it’s time to: