Eine Feisty Desert

In order to facilitate my writing and emotional health; I have removed from Eine feisty BERG to Eine Feisty DESERT.  Well why not? Edward Abby wrote Desert Solitaire and other books while cloistered in the road house at Pack Creek.  Ellen Meloy writes of her love affair with the desert in The Anthropology of Turquoise. But, why would I leave the Mountain?  Because of our acute financial and debt state; which forces sale of the cabin. I am quite content and undistracted here. I have an open, airy, light filled studio apartment in which to place my computer, piano, musical instruments, books, and precious and essential trivia. It is a convenient location for my college daughter to visit.  I am closer to grandbabies.  My son is successfully enrolled in a 5A school.

What more could a writer want?  Look for the answer in what I write.  Look for good things from my pen and plume.

6 thoughts on “Eine Feisty Desert”

  1. Feisty to charlieS – the time comment was not lost on me – I just can’t figure out how to fix it. The old Green Witch is having a mean time again.

  2. Feisty to charlieS – the time comment was not lost on me – I just can’t figure out how to fix it. The old Green Witch is having a mean time again.

  3. Having been removed from the DESERT for some years now, I must admit to forgetting that the time there is much later than it is here…
    It must be easier to reflect on things, having lived a day in the future before it has even come to pass.
    Received your letter. Blessings for now – answers later.
    Give my love to your parents. I think of them often, and cite their steadfast, gentle ways as an encouragement to folks who are looking for a simpler, more meaningful way of life.
    Lost a SIL this last week – God literally loved her so much that he wanted her home. She also had that secret to a successful life.
    We need to bottle that.
    Here’s a hug-
    – C.

  4. Having been removed from the DESERT for some years now, I must admit to forgetting that the time there is much later than it is here…
    It must be easier to reflect on things, having lived a day in the future before it has even come to pass.
    Received your letter. Blessings for now – answers later.
    Give my love to your parents. I think of them often, and cite their steadfast, gentle ways as an encouragement to folks who are looking for a simpler, more meaningful way of life.
    Lost a SIL this last week – God literally loved her so much that he wanted her home. She also had that secret to a successful life.
    We need to bottle that.
    Here’s a hug-
    – C.

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