Music, Sex and Poetry

Waking up as the light is rising in the desert is a gift. The sands are pastel beige, and mountains gold. The silence out there as I walk barefoot is Godly. Life has this grace. Every day really is a chance to clean the slate and live in a new way. I love wandering barefoot in the early morning out here. It just seems so perfect. These sands represent a continuim to me. life has it's ups and downs, but the sand is always here. And whether I felt elated or sad and lonely, these sands have been here for me, like some magical carpet laid out in front of me. During my walks across them, I have discovered so much truth. Like the snow, there's something virgin about them. You feel like youre taking your first footsteps on them. And they scream out to me "ok, wipe the slate clean! Learn the lessons you have been taught and heal! Walk these sands until you understand the message Creator is dealing out to you. " Yeah, every day is a brand new day, a chance to learn more, love more. The secrets of the sands are many for me. They are a divine space and place where I can be reborn. LIke a phoenix rising from the ashes, I rise from the sand. The sand gives me the time and space to return to who I am. Just a soul wandering against the landscape, playin' my guitar, feeling the love and abundance of this universe. Yeah, walking the same sanding roads I've traveled so many times before, my rights of passage from girlhood to womanhood have happened out here on these pathways. I've faced myself and my shadows often out here. For me, that's an easier and healthier choice than losing myself. These days I'm not so scared of my passion and pain, but when it all gets too much, the sands are here for me. And I will be reborn. For every day is a new day and a new chance.