• We sleep in the desert
    on a land full of stories
    and all night the wind reads the news.

    The Word is written
    everywhere on the land.

    from "Easter, Picacho Peak"
    Laura Girardeau
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May 09, 2008


Linda Peterson

Thank you, Laura, for your lovely poem. I can feel the peace of those canyonlands here in my flat, humid central Michigan home.

And, thank you, too, for your call to beauty. I hope to come out of hibernation myself pretty soon.



I do hope that the "Call for Beauty" and for the written word will be answered. Words beautifully written, words about nature, about our land, about landscapes of the heart; words like those in "What Wildness is This". These are words that many of us, myself included, need to see and to read, language our souls are starving for.

That being said I do hope the contributing authors will decide to write here again.

Thank you and Namaste, Lindy
Sonoran Desert, AZ

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