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Thursday, June 23, 2011

Oasis

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Here is the place where we come to find the words waiting, ready for us. Here is where the words grow out of the ground that lies barren all around here, except for this one particular place.

We never expected to find a place like this, out here in this desert of the mundane. We never expected to stumble across this oasis of calm reflecting waters out here where the wind-blown storms rage across these harsh landscapes.

We have stumbled around here, almost blindly at times, as the wind has whipped up sandstorms all around us; turning the world into an almost pitch-black maelstrom of sand and shrieking winds that leave us blinded and lost.

Then stumbling, almost tumbling, along the wind suddenly dropped and we almost fell headlong into this place. A place of green, of growth and of promise. Here the words do not shriek and howl, here the winds of unreason do not storm about our heads, whipping our heads and faces with their anger and impatience. Here is calm. Here is a chance for reflection down by the cool calm waters.

Here we can wait for the words to grow slowly out of the ground and come into bloom in the peace and stillness where only the birdsong intrudes on the silence A place where there is only someone we have waited all our lifetimes to meet sitting down by the water's edge, her head lowered over her book as she reads and begins to understand.

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