Tumbleweeds as Chandeliers
“5:22 sunrise, calmness, sweet sweet mango tea, pit bulls barking in the streets, dancing to vinyls in our perfect little house, never felt so free, so at peace, an oasis in the desert, the mirage in the hills, 4 months a part from my best friend, my soul mate- felt as if we never spent any time a part, the blooming of cacti in all different forms, giant windmills welcoming us, the serenity of the touristy town, the magic within, joshua tree.”
joshua tree is always such a trip. there is something about the desert that really makes you turn inwards and connect outwards to the foreign and mars-like landscape. this time around it was the space, the transition from australia to my home of oregon. i am forever grateful for the peace that joshua tree brings to me and the creativity that flows through me like blood to my organs. 48 hours of wide, but sleepy eyes, leather cowboy hats that tell story's in their wrinkled skin, embraces and red kisses from my best friend and mom, tumbleweeds as chandeliers, tears of joy tears of sleepiness tears of another goodbye. Joshua tree eased me into a goodbye that had my heart stretched in two different places, merely holding on by the sole fact that my favorite people comforted me with open arms.
its all just a mirage~ Palm Springs heeded our attention for the desert art exhibition by Doug Aitken. His artful architecture reflects the desert landscape, the building seamlessly dissapears, invited nature into the house. "As Mirage pulls the landscape in and reflects in back out, this classic one-story suburban house becomes a framing device, a perceptual echo-chamber endlessly bouncing between the dream of nature as pure inhabited state and the pursuit of its conquest." You can learn more about Mirage by Doug Aitken at https://www.dougaitkenmirage.com/
“Can wisdoms of the ages dwell in places? Where Living Mystery rises up to be? Expressed in the lines of peoples faces? Surely its the answer surrounding me... The nearby urgent call of the Coyote. Echoes in the hollows of her trees. Calling to somewhere deep within me. To something buried, longing to be free... All that one can do is to be open. To Mara’s spirit infusing gentle dawn. Like the desert flower, so True Love’s notion. Is renewed once again here in the palms.”
beautiful transference, thank you to this heart home for allowing me and welcoming me into its harsh environment. i truly do thrive here.
