By the Grace of God and good friends I am parked for two days in the desert. Big sky country indeed. Which is good for me. I never realize how cluttery and clambering my mind is until I get somewhere like this and it's as if the lid from my head is taken off and it's all one deep, breath away from understanding something really important. When I actually have something monumental to report I'l do it. In the meantime, I've brought the rain of Tennessee to Phoenix. A much needed blessings and good people you are welcome. I think that monumental rainbow might have been all God's doing.
Vixens and venom.
My hosts are incredible lovely smart talented beautiful people. They opened their doors and gave me a beautiful nest so that I could catch up on some much needed writing. I figured I work a little fresh air and exercise into the mix. You know. Night time and stars, daybreak and healthy walks. But the nest came with a few warnings - um, I need to tell you River that there are rattlesnakes outside so, you know. Just be careful.
Yes, yes. You know, just keep an eye out. (She said this looking over her shoulder and around at the ground)
Ok. Rattlesnakes. Have those all over the south. Didn't pack my cowgirl boots but hey, rattlers are not actually as aggressive as a water moccasin so okay, I'm aware.
Oh, and if you go walking just watch out for the packs of Capybaras that are roaming out there. They can get aggressive.
Capybaras. Big rat looking creatures. They're about - 50-80 pounds a piece. Like to roam in big packs. You can hear them coming because they make this chewing sound.
Uh, huh. Like chew, chew, chew, gee I'm 80 pounds times twelve of us hungry?
Leisurely walking in the desert? Dilly-dallying by the pool? I don't think so.
Hostile is a perfect environment for the writer species. Now, back to the words.
I'm writing this with a weary mind, exhausted body and full heart from Phoenix, AZ. The Valley of the Sun. People were complaining and apologizing yesterday about the heat. It was 97. I was feeing fine. The cold hurts me although the snow is so beautiful my body seems to just lock up when Winter sets in and not thaw till - oh, about 85. Truth. 97? I finally stopped shaking like a little alleycat in a December rain.
This morning I had the absolute privilege of speaking at a community breakfast for the Phoenix Rescue Mission. Thank you to all my new BFF's for rolling right along with me on a storytelling roll. And to the Rescue Mission for being such beautiful hosts. And - to you Michelle for sharing your incredible story you brave, sweet soul you.
Which brings me to being in Phoenix. I write this as my website has crashed but there are promises that it will be back up again. Of course all of it could have been lost or erased the guy tells me. I think about it for a second and just sigh. If it has - I tell him - then I will begin to rebuild it. Simple as that.
When I was in elementary school our teacher sat at the head of the class and read the book David and the Phoenix to us. I was captivated. A talking bird. An old, talking bird. Who chooses to walk into a fire to be reborn. Michelle's story this morning of graduating from the program and her life being turned around was a story of renewal and rebirth.
Sometimes what we need is a brand. new. day. A brand new life.
I hope wherever you are that you are stepping out of the fire, emerging from the ashes, and getting ready to unfold your wings. To soar. I feel a new wind coming. And, It's going to be good.
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