Archive | February 16, 2012

The Cactus Hallway

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The Grand Canyon is a steep-sided gorge carved...

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       Someone said to me, and I didn’t mind at all,  what was I smoking to write such humor?  I know what I wrote was silly. I would call it giddy even. I assured my sweet blogging friend that I was not under the influence of any substance, and never had been in my life. I was not offended at all. It was actually nice to hear her comment, because hearing from her is always delightful.  But why, oh why,  was I so happy?

      This is the first time I have ever used social media. I took a peek at Facebook a little over a year ago.  It held no allurement for me whatsoever, but I guess I need to one day. I have lived so isolated so long here in the boondocks of life. If I had belonged to a convent, I would have not experienced as much isolation.  Death, illness, and the other guts and bolts of my life that would be completely boring to you if explained would cause perhaps any reader to say, “Oh I get that, no problem. No wonder you were isolated.”   But this blog is not about life’s abdominal surgery that it likes to perform now and then, thank goodness!  The surgical details  of it all will remain in the operating room. I like the waiting room better don’t you? 

   
  

A flowering cactus at Tohono Chul Park in Tucs...

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    One day I looked down that cactus hallway of my life, and said there is a keyboard at the end, and I am going to use it to drink that elixir of life called communication. Now this was a difficulty  for such an extraordinarily shy person, and would anyone possibly read whatever fell out of my soul? I didn’t know! It was extremely difficult to do. Just a smidgen like having a big toe on the edge and looking down at the Grand Canyon while the screams of demonic sounding no’s are behind you, and the choice is to jump and hope that fuzzy-wings sprout enough to prevent a splat. Luckily, they were angel wings. My journey was to focus on what was light, good, beautiful, and loving. I have been fortunate that the elixir was not poisonous. The medicinal value of writing proved itself true.
 
 
Bright Angel Point trail - Grand Canyon North Rim

Bright Angel Point trail - Grand Canyon North Rim (Photo credit: Al_HikesAZ)

 
 
 
 
 

    So, if I act giddy. Oh, it is because I am people. I have some freedom. When I say that I ”love” what you have written, well I am not kidding. I need no superfluous adjectives to gain anything at all. When you read the word “beautiful”  that  my flexible  piano fingers have deliriously written in a heavenly frenzy, oh I mean it because I am happy to see what someone else has done beautifully whether it is art, music, photography,  or words.  You people are too talented out there you really should give some of that away?

     Don’t say, “so long”  to sweet peas yet!  I will be giddy from time to time. Maybe more often than not, but you will know that it isn’t because I am a blonde. It is because of my brain which is much blonder!  One of the definitions of elixir is, “a substance held capable of changing base metals into gold: Philosophers Stone”   Webster.  Wow, I love that. This morsel of being able to blog is golden.  Now you have a deeper explanation than my former reply,  my blogging friend, and I hope it made you smile!        Terri O.A.

Campylorhynchus brunneicapillus (Cactus Wren),...

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