the desert spits people out sometimes, too. she's fierce and she wants you
to listen and watch. certain types of inattention can kill a person - which
is true in every environment, i think, but seems highlighted here. she
withholds mercy, and is infinitely generous. i have a poem on this theme to
remember to send you when I'm at a computer tomorrow.
and yes, attention and detail build that relationship. I'm still learning
this particular desert, different from the one i grew up in, after 24 years
here.
and salmonberries are delicious, too! my dad lived in the mountains in
North Carolina the last 11 years of his life. that property has two houses,
on a hill sloping down to a creek. the Big House, and the Annex which is
built over the garage, uphill of the Big House. the main drive comes in
from the little road to the northwest, but the Annex has its own drive
coming off the small highway to the south. when I first met that land in
2004, that driveway was in use, and lightly gravelled. a few years later,
they stopped using it, and by the time i was visiting him at the end of his
life in 2015, there was no driveway. it was entirely eilanthus,
blackberries, and honeysuckle, and the faint suggestion of a flat strip of
earth underneath.
my step-aunt lives alone in that rattling big place now. i have often
thought it would be perfect for an intentional community who wanted a
fixer-upper. the big house has 4-5 bedrooms (depending on how you count the
'office') and the parlour, library, kitchen, and an upstairs sitting room.
the Annex is a 2-br apartment, and the place is on 5 acres with the creek
and a spring house and the garage/workshop.
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the desert spits people out sometimes, too. she's fierce and she wants you to listen and watch. certain types of inattention can kill a person - which is true in every environment, i think, but seems highlighted here. she withholds mercy, and is infinitely generous. i have a poem on this theme to remember to send you when I'm at a computer tomorrow.
and yes, attention and detail build that relationship. I'm still learning this particular desert, different from the one i grew up in, after 24 years here.
and salmonberries are delicious, too! my dad lived in the mountains in North Carolina the last 11 years of his life. that property has two houses, on a hill sloping down to a creek. the Big House, and the Annex which is built over the garage, uphill of the Big House. the main drive comes in from the little road to the northwest, but the Annex has its own drive coming off the small highway to the south. when I first met that land in 2004, that driveway was in use, and lightly gravelled. a few years later, they stopped using it, and by the time i was visiting him at the end of his life in 2015, there was no driveway. it was entirely eilanthus, blackberries, and honeysuckle, and the faint suggestion of a flat strip of earth underneath.
my step-aunt lives alone in that rattling big place now. i have often thought it would be perfect for an intentional community who wanted a fixer-upper. the big house has 4-5 bedrooms (depending on how you count the 'office') and the parlour, library, kitchen, and an upstairs sitting room. the Annex is a 2-br apartment, and the place is on 5 acres with the creek and a spring house and the garage/workshop.