Notes from the desert, Thursday:
Thursday, January 30, 2014
"The sky was as full of motion and change as the desert beneath it was monotonous and still, and there was so much sky, more than at sea, more than anywhere else in the world. The plain was there, under one's feet, but what one saw when one looked about was that brilliant blue world of stinging air and moving cloud. Even the mountains were mere ant-hills under it. Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. The landscape one longed for when one was away, the thing all about one, the world one actually lived in, was the sky, the sky!"
- Willa Cather
To the Desert
by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
I love Saenz's poem because I also moved to the desert on a hot August night, in 1990, and the land did indeed teach me how "to live without the rain," breaking me open and fashioning my life, work, art, and spirit anew. I love the poem so much that I wrote on the kitchen wall here at Endicott West, surrounded by my favorite desert trees, the ghostly white sycamores....
The mural paintings in the Main House kitchen, and Saenz's poem hand-written in gold ink.
Evening in the kitchen, looking out to horse corrals and mountains. So many fine conversations here....
Charles Vess and Charles de Lint at the same table some years ago, signing pages for....was it "Medicine Road"?
The Common Room in the Main House, and color, color, everywhere. The clear desert light seems to demand it.
My beloved cat Oliver (the big tiger-striped boy) on the Common Room couch, with Emma Bull and Will Shetterly's cat Toby, 2005. Oliver lived to be an old man of 20, and is buried on the ranch.
The beehive fireplace in the Casita (one of the Retreat's guest spaces), on a cool desert evening.
Evening light on the Casita's back porch.
The desert sycamore tree in E-West's Bunk House (another guest space), where I live when I'm here.
Above, morning light beside my bed. Below, sunset is reflected on the Rincon Mountains to the east.
''I go into the desert not only to evade the clamor and confusion of this country's cultural apparatus but also to confront, immediately and directly if it’s possible, the bare bones of existence, the elemental and fundamental, the bedrock which sustains us. I want to be able to look at and into a juniper tree, a piece of quartz, a vulture, a spider, and see it as it is in itself, devoid of all humanly ascribed qualities, anti-Kantian, even the categories of scientific description. To meet God or Medusa face to face, even if it means risking everything human in myself. I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a nonhuman world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.'' - Edward Abbey (Desert Solitaire)
Photo credits: Some of the interior pictures come from Long Realty (shot before packing began), and the rest are mine.