By the Grace of God and good friends I am parked for two days in the desert. Big sky country indeed. Which is good for me. I never realize how cluttery and clambering my mind is until I get somewhere like this and it's as if the lid from my head is taken off and it's all one deep, breath away from understanding something really important. When I actually have something monumental to report I'l do it. In the meantime, I've brought the rain of Tennessee to Phoenix. A much needed blessings and good people you are welcome. I think that monumental rainbow might have been all God's doing.
Vixens and venom.
My hosts are incredible lovely smart talented beautiful people. They opened their doors and gave me a beautiful nest so that I could catch up on some much needed writing. I figured I work a little fresh air and exercise into the mix. You know. Night time and stars, daybreak and healthy walks. But the nest came with a few warnings - um, I need to tell you River that there are rattlesnakes outside so, you know. Just be careful.
Yes, yes. You know, just keep an eye out. (She said this looking over her shoulder and around at the ground)
Ok. Rattlesnakes. Have those all over the south. Didn't pack my cowgirl boots but hey, rattlers are not actually as aggressive as a water moccasin so okay, I'm aware.
Oh, and if you go walking just watch out for the packs of Capybaras that are roaming out there. They can get aggressive.
Capybaras. Big rat looking creatures. They're about - 50-80 pounds a piece. Like to roam in big packs. You can hear them coming because they make this chewing sound.
Uh, huh. Like chew, chew, chew, gee I'm 80 pounds times twelve of us hungry?
Leisurely walking in the desert? Dilly-dallying by the pool? I don't think so.
Hostile is a perfect environment for the writer species. Now, back to the words.