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A story of travels through an envisioned desert, not exactly what you expect.
The desert is barren and dangerous. A predatory land, filled with creatures, many so small they seem insignificant, yet usually the most dangerous. Always a slithering crawling critter crosses the path, altering the route to my envisioned destination. I have learned to be imperturbable, self possessed and observant, above all, thrifty in my decisions. This desert economy has made for trying times with dangers all its own, unique and un-relinquishing.
I have confidence, born of a faith that I will find that oasis of security and prosperity. I know it’s out there, hidden in waves of shimmering heat. All I have to do is avoid the mirages created by an emanating desert swelter. The oasis of an occupation, is waiting, somewhere on the fringes of this untilled wasteland. I can see the promise of the mountains on the horizon, seemingly close… always promising. All I have to do is trudge my way through the deep sands, recognizing and avoiding hazards. I travel from one life sustaining water hole to next, making my way ever towards those distant mountains. My own personal oasis.
Even with all of its dangers, the desert holds a simple beauty. At times I have to look hard, but it’s always there, right in front of my eyes, I just have to choose to see it. The colors of a morning sun, bright and promising, shinning over the sands, creating a kaleidoscope of natural, neutral colors. Vibrant in their own illumination, yet subdued and hard to see when viewed in the wrong light. Sometimes, I have to look hard to see the beauty that is always around me, but I know it’s there, simply waiting to be acknowledged.
Although a desert sunrise can be an enticing allurement, it holds its own warning, find shelter to wait out the incinerate rays of the sun… always a sunset follows. A sunset that heralds safety and security in travel, for I can follow the stars, clearly visible in the heavens above. I simply have to find one of those shelters, or even a temporary oasis to shelter my spirit during the scorching conflagration of day. I trust to the moon and stars to direct me to a path leading to the security and refuge of a solid secure occupation. Thank the deities, for the assurance and sustenance of family and friends, ever by my side, supporting and driving me forward.
I long for the welcome arms of the mountain passes. Always a strenuous climb, with frequent peaks and sure descents, yet always the chance to climb once again. I know that this inhospitable desert is but one of those descents, frightful and sometimes grisly on the surface but holding a simple beauty hidden in the sands. Sometimes, I just have to dig to find it.
Until I find that dream vision, proving for longevity and security, I hold firm to my own wellspring of strength. That never ending supply of confidence and compassion from family. They are the beauty in my desert, an oasis of shelter, the sunset and sunrise that holds promise for a future… my consistency.
“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.” Mahatma Ghandi, via Quotations Book.