Saturday, March 2, 2013

moist...

Sand... Everywhere, sand and dirt. Humidity is high but it may be a long while before it rains. This could mean trouble if not tragedy for the harvest that I'd hope for. This morning I noticed a bit of dew on a few of the plants that have learned how to live in these conditions. That gives me hope. It brings to mind that it is the determination of those that persevere and adapt that stand a chance in these conditions, and it is those who rigidly cling to their ways that wither and perish by their own foolish unwillingness to succumb to the required need for change essential for survival here. Today's lesson is to evolve when and where it is necessary.

I must remain patient and prepare for the proper time in which to sow my seed. Readying the soil for that time is crucial but plowing the ground now could prove to be a futile effort if not even a detrimental error which could result in the complete sabotage of any further potential growth being possible due to the exposed earth's inability to remain sufficiently moist-- at least enough to allow seed to sprout.

I will continue to wait.

Perhaps I will read a bit. Maybe after I awaken from a much needed slumber.

Yes, sleep it shall be.

May I make it through the night and arise with a clear memory of the lucid dreams I wish to have.

Z...

Holy Scat!

Welcome to my humble little home on the web. Much like an early American settler, I feel like some eager pioneer, ready to bravely blaze a trail so that I may stake my claim. Unfortunately, it almost seems that there is no more gold in them thar hills, that the rush is over and all the good land is gone. But what do I see over there, unclaimed land?! Could it be? Sure it's dry with only a trace of wildlife. No one cares for this land? Many men have found sanctuary in the desert though. Many have sought refuge there. They've sought a retreat where they could find answers and other such nonsense some might think. Merely delusions brought on by heat exhaustion and isolation surely. Nay, though one might think this of some, not all have perished in this environment. The desert from which I write is not a place but an abstraction, if you will. It's a desert where I will cultivate ideas. These thoughts will hopefully take root and great fruit will blossom. Some will still look out over this desert and doubt anything will come from the soil but I have faith that the seeds I plant will sprout and flourish. You may have doubt but I see the potential in this land...

This land I have claimed...

And so, let it begin.