A prayer for all the places in the US with fires. And the world, too.
For Wordless Wednesday.
The letter X in Blogging from A to Z.
X for xerotic, which means x-rated erotic…
No, just kidding. Xerotic means very very dry skin or dry eyes and it’s a medical term. We do have xerosis as a medical term. As we get older our skin gets drier. One of my dermatologist friends says that we lose our bubble wrap: the layer of fat padding the skin thins until our hands bruise with normal daily activity.
Have you felt xerotic? This has been a long week in clinic and I am feeling tired and sad for some of my patients. My spring of ideas for healing is dry at the moment and I need to rest. I am going on a beach walk today. I need healing too, to be at an oasis, to be nurtured and cared for. Maybe xerotic is not used that way but it could be.
Two more letters and one more day.
I took the photograph on a hike at Joshua Tree in 2009.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #36… I picked the photograph before I looked at this week’s contest. Look, Jithin, what is missing from this photo?
Taken at Joshua Tree by me in 2009.
Once, oh Best Beloved, there was a little girl. She went on a trip to the desert.
The desert was very different from where she lived. All of the plants had thorns. Even the trees had thorns in their bark. But just like home, there were birds.
She saw a little bird. “Hello little bird,” she said.
“Hello,” said the little bird.
“The trees have thorns,” said the little girl. She touched a cactus softly and it bit her. She pulled out the fine thorns and sucked on her sore finger.
“Yes,” said the little bird.
“Where do you live?” said the little girl.
“Here in the desert!” said the bird, happy.
“How can you live in the desert?” said the little girl.
“There is morning dew and delicious insects and nectar from flowers!” said the bird.
“But can you build a nest?” said the little girl. There were no twigs.
“Of course!” said the little bird. “Come see. My nest is in this tree.”
The little girl looked and there was the nest. The nest was built of thorns.
“It is thorns.” said the little girl, thoughtful. “If you live in the desert, you build your nest of thorns.”