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Red Springs

Yesterday we went to Red Springs for our morning walk.  It was fun to be at a new place.  I’d been there before, in the picnic area, like for the Las Vegas Radical Mental Health rock workshop, before covid.  But apparently, I never walked up the boardwalk to the spring. There were the big jackrabbits,… Read More »

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super cute

We have helped my super cute love Ming transition from 54 to 55 years old.  We did good.  Congratulations!  You have arrived at the speed limit. I was singing in the desert to Mother God, a sweet song, Eight Stanzas to Bhavani.  It’s in Sanskrit.  I’d like to record it for you, but I’m having… Read More »

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river

We went to the river–Ming drove us down Lake Mead Blvd toward Lake Mead.  Don’t ask me how we’ve lived here almost seven years and never did that before.  Whaaat? We went to a chill overlook and walked around.  We saw pretty yellow creosote flowers, and a praying mantis eggs case on a creosote branch–exciting!… Read More »

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desert

When I was a little kid and heard about the desert, like Jesus praying there, or the devil temping him, I felt very curious about what desert is.  I was living on the coast and had never been to the desert. Desert seemed like a sacred place, where you could pray, be alone, feel raw… Read More »

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desert

“Hey, do you know… Why do people talk like the desert is all empty and worthless?  Do people really think that?” I asked Ming.  “Do they not know the life is just in a different way?”  Ming was doing something in the kitchen.  “They need to go back to nuance kindergarten!” “They need to justify… Read More »

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fat hiker

I love being myself, so I love being a fat hiker.  Walking on desert ground and seeing those amazing plants that heal my soul.  Seeing rocks, trash, sky, clouds.  Hearing quiet.  Feeling wind and warmth. Moving through space a lot–pausing to stretch or dance and get my wiggles out.  Pausing to take a photo or… Read More »

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Goldwell open air museum

Hey, aren’t these wraith sculptures irresistible?  Ming and I visited this Goldwell open air museum at Rhyolite. We wanted to go inside the wraiths.  Ming hesitated, but other tourists did not.  Ming was afraid the wood would break beneath his feet. We walked the labyrinth.  Felt great.  It’s simple spiral style. There were no offerings… Read More »

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desert love

Ming and I went to Death Valley yesterday morning.  We saw the sun rise twice, because of how the mountains are.  There were almost no people around. We went to Salt Creek so Ming could look for pupfish.  He has a thing for them.  I sang, which felt good–I didn’t feel the energy in a… Read More »

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Rhyolite desert fun

There are a few more photos from yesterday.  I wanted to show you–piles where people were sorting broken dishes and pretty glass.  I liked seeing the evidence of their work. The desert glass is kinda like sea glass. Ming liked touching this ruin cube.

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birthday beauty

Hey, I survived another trip around the sun.  Last night I was sad and cried a pond.  Felt appropriate, missing my mom.  She birthed me, raised me, taught me good things and bad, saw me, listened to me breathe.  I spent almost all of my birthdays with her.  I miss her. This morning I was… Read More »