Tuesday, January 20, 2015

I found my bones in the Desert




I fell in love with the Desert while driving through the South West, most likely when we had the honor to perform at Paolo Soleri's magnificent Arcosanti.
It was a Sunday, and I remember lady C. and I trying hard not to blink in order not to miss anything, not even an istant of Light. We decided to perform exactly 30 minutes before the Sunset on the open air Colly Soleri Amphitheater, and we decided to go for no lights, nor on stage, nor for the audience.
Being our performance about 33 minutes long, we let our eyes adapt to the Light turning into Darkness.
Anyway, few months ago we had the luck to spend several days in the South West, and we went back to the Desert several times.
While we were driving through the Joshua Tree National Park, we decided to stop at the Cholla Garden, where the two pics up here were taken. We were miles away from Arcosanti, but yet our eyes did stop blinking as they recognized the same Light.
And right there the same Light showed me how the scars in the Cactus structure, in their bones look exactly like mine.
I am sometimes afraid my bones are getting dry, but there in the West the Desert showed me how you have to take care of yourself and build and strenghten yourself around your weak parts.
In a way, it's the same lessons I learned from the Red Woods: when they're hit by a lightning, they stay put and they keep the sick part inside, asking the bark around to grow stronger, and to protect the whole structure.
Willing to get close to an end for this post, here below some Straight guardians that looked after us while we were in Arcosanti.
Thanks to all these trees and the Cactus and thanks to the Desert, I got my bones back.


Thursday, January 1, 2015

Happy new Year!


These two photos look like these Trees could be wings for my words.
We wish you and ourselves to grow wings where your and our weak parts are.
Anyhow, as I already wrote some time ago, I can't help but thinking of Pines' branches as arms holding Crosses. Blessing or cursing.
We beg for their blessing, we follow them cursing.