Arizona is not just brown planes and dirt with a sprinkling of cactus.
I love this state, although I cannot live there, to my mother’s chagrin. She’s given to expressing herself a little more freely these days. She continues to wish for things that can’t be, or won’t be. Are other people like this, when faced with their last days? There’s a pleading just under the surface, a rippling undercurrent that carries dead leaves to unknown places, places that will assist their discomposure as surely as they would have under the tree that bore them.
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so glad you’re home.
and this is a gorgeous picture!!!
your questions are big questions. the universe hasn’t blessed me any answers. in fact, writing this now, i can count on one hand the things i’m sure of.
i have started three or four times to say something helpful, to offer something beyond rambling, but i’ve come up short and deleted it each time. this is all i have: it’s not easy.
And that’s all I need to know, really. Thank you!
It is good to be home!
It’s hard not to grant loved ones every wish… Your photo is stunning.
Thank you, Christine. I’m glad you like the photo, and yes about granting wishes.