Poem: "El Zócalo"

Aside from Jim Morrison, it almost seems like men go out to the desert to get dogma, not wisdom. (I'm thinkin' Moses, here.)

The desert is an open space where you can see the horizon all around. It's a hard place to survive, where every day is based around hiding from the heat and looking for water. Food is wherever the shade is, of course.

If I were searching for wisdom, however, well, I've pared survival down to the minimum a city can provide for someone who owns little or nothing there.

I'd go to the forest, where there is so much richness that it's hard to see the whole and the individual at one time. I'm pretty sure that kind of awareness is important for me. Also, "to the trees" or "seek the trees" was a pretty constant theme for me last year, even though I couldn't get there... and it's lingering still, since I never did get out to meet them in their own places.

For me, it's the ocean. The gentle heartbeat of the surf does much to help one empty one's thoughts.

You're always welcome to visit. I'll happily take you on a tour of the Hopewell Rocks. :)

:-)

...and soaks into the skin.