Time for me to venture out from my suburban existence and head for the hills or the coast. The constant grey & rain of the past fortnight have deterred all the birds minus the Ravens from visiting the trees in my rough garden.
Sometimes if you’re lucky enough to meet them, a pair of enchanted eyes can be the gate towards all those places, for inside we carry bits of the same magic that created deserts, mountains and forests. You don’t always have to go far… but yeah, for the rest of us nature can be an amazing anesthetic to the endless stream of thoughts that sickens the mind
I grew up reading Edward Abbey, back before this whole passing Interwebs fad appeared. Once I spent time living in actual deserts, all those words came back to me, under the stars so bright I could see the dome of heaven moving enough to give me vertigo.
Time for me to venture out from my suburban existence and head for the hills or the coast. The constant grey & rain of the past fortnight have deterred all the birds minus the Ravens from visiting the trees in my rough garden.
I like that!
A prayer for solitude's gifts, the oneness of existence, the beauty of life. Open eyes will see. The desert calls.
Mesmerizing.
Sometimes if you’re lucky enough to meet them, a pair of enchanted eyes can be the gate towards all those places, for inside we carry bits of the same magic that created deserts, mountains and forests. You don’t always have to go far… but yeah, for the rest of us nature can be an amazing anesthetic to the endless stream of thoughts that sickens the mind
The Great Bear 👌🏻
lovely
May I have a poem of mine published in this substack?
As it should be.
Loved Abbey
Abbey! Yes. Thank you.
good digging indeed!!
I grew up reading Edward Abbey, back before this whole passing Interwebs fad appeared. Once I spent time living in actual deserts, all those words came back to me, under the stars so bright I could see the dome of heaven moving enough to give me vertigo.
Reminds me of leaving New York City to travel the country in a van!