In the Desert

I came here just to look around and try to decide what to do next.

This vast sculpted land!

God tried his hand at carving: by erosion, by landslide, by earthquake and cataclysm, each a different tool of creation like chisels and plane and sledge hammer, in this giant eternal media. And then God steps back to see how light plays on all his creation: Never ever ever to see the same scene the same way twice, or be seen the same way again.

And so God stays here in the high desert to play – fine tuning and tweaking this limitless Creation – even today – What will a drought do to the color of this sand? How might a hot wind refine the curvature of this gorge? One new wildflower imported from the south by a thirsty bird can take seed on that dust-worn mesa and in a matter of a few dozen generations will color that valley a red/yellow never seen before; nor again.

Is God ever satisfied? Does God ever finish?
What would God do if God ever got tired of creating? At most, rest? And then begin again?
And we observe and wonder, record and remember, imitate and emulate, worship and adore, honor and each in our own way – do likewise.

And I - no-talent genius -
I walk the land of enchantment,
I see the fields of creation,
paintings and sculptures
galleries and studios
rows and rows of shops selling
the fruits of genius
and I crave the simple faith of the genius life.
How can this be? How ever can this be?

Courage. Not talent or material; not patronage or support, really; there are visions and ideas aplenty here.
What is needed is simple, raw, native courage.

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