Sweat, Tears, or the Sea: feathers and cacti

Monday, April 11, 2011

feathers and cacti

A little note from my sister-in-law:

We want to hang out and talk late! We even got ten avacados and fifteen key limes, and a bunch of anaheim peppers. So get ready for some good eats. We'll do some desert swimming (if you're down with that) in our community pool under the stars. Love you!

I'm making pilgrimage to the desert this week. I'm going to go swimming at night. I'm going to stare at the cacti. There will be feathers for the occasion*. I can't wait.

*emiliaO, I'll call you tomorrow, but let's go tuesday.

2 comments:

daniellefApril 14, 2011 at 10:36 AM
this trip sounds fantastic!
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EmApril 16, 2011 at 11:43 AM
you're feathers look so pretty in your hair! and the blue looks beautiful with your eyes...
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Georgia O'Keefe

"The summer I spent in Taos I sometimes rode out to the eastern hills late in the afternoon with the sun at my back. No one else seemed to go there. When the sun went down and was not shining in my eyes I would ride back to the Pueblo. The plain was covered with the grey sage that in a few places crept up a bit against the base of the mountains, looking like waves lapping against the shore. It was a wide wide quiet area. But out in those hills I picked up mussel shells in groups all turned to stone—probably millions of years old. They sometimes even had a little bit of the original blue color. I carried them back and left them somewhere in the unknown. I haven’t seen any more shells like them and haven’t seen a sea of sage like that either."