Trying to clean up and sort through books, notebooks, get things more organized, de-clutter. I can’t help but peek into my old notebooks and journals to see what’s inside while I shuffle through everything. Partially pulled in some way by Thaisa Frank's blog on journaling and perhaps looking for words that speak to me, that are in me, were in me, and have resurfaced today, but that I can’t get at now.
After flipping quickly through many notebooks, some from 1995, some from 1998 and other odd years, the one I settle upon that captures my mood in this moment is this one written in the rough years ago.
Original free write date: May 21, 2008
Desert. It is dry, but is it also wet…barren? Large, crackly, vast. At night it cools; the flowers bud, showing their beauty in the sweltering sun. Unfolding color into your heart. Desert, keep going, crawl into the sand, snuggle up with the scorpion, let him bite down on you, feel the pain, feel the heat.