Daily observations of my simple life.

The Storm:

The evening is overcast but warm. My dog and I take our usual walk through the evening desert. She loves sniffing out creatures from under the bushes and I enjoy seeing whatever, wild grasses, tracks, mistletoe berry's on palo verde trees, a new cactus popping up in the middle of a bush or grass mound, glorious sunsets, changing colors on the mountains. 

Back home after the chores are done I settle in to watch the latest news. Storm is coming, rain is on the way. During the night it was like a woman in labor, the wind howled continously but periodically there was a bit of a down pour. My dreams were full of the screaching wind and pictures of faces with mouths wide open screaming in grief, tearing at clothing , holding dead children.  A feeling of doom rested over me.

At dawn the birth of the  storm after hours of labor had not arrived. As the sun came up I watched out my window thinking I should go out to feed. 8 a.m. the windows begin to stream with huge tears, the lights go out and the birth of the storm arrives. Now water burst forward in sheets creating lakes. By 9 a.m. the lights are back on and the storm is for the most part over.

On the news there's water, water, everywhere, in Sedona, floods. Water, water in Asia with great grief, sadness.  Tie a prayer and a gift of money in a package and send it away to rebuild, to restore, to create new in 2005. What can you say, nothing replaces those oh so dear.

People living in beautiful waterlands, now their peace is gone, gone, gone.  

Posted by: cactusandquail at 01:09 | link | comments (1)

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#1  31 December 2004 - 02:04

 

thanks!

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