Listening for stories in the wild basin
of the Sonoran Desert
The writings I offer on this site emerge from my journey of homecoming to the Sonoran Desert. After being away from these homelands for 27 years, I'm back. Just as I was packing my bags to return, I noticed a surprising, playful story bubble up into my consciousness.
"But I don't write fiction," I told the story.
"Who said this is fiction?" I felt the story chuckle with the fullness of attitude and presence.
All I could do was laugh and write. That first story is now entitled: "When People Confuse Guadalupe for Mother Mary."
Several other stories have arisen with characters whose voices I never expected to hear. When I start trying to weave and plan their plots, they disappear into thin air. I am learning how to approach them with respect. To let them move me--like a stirring in my feet, a quickening in my bones. I delight in them as I would treasured, unexpected guests. I savor the moments when I can offer them coffee, a meal, and my undivided attention. I pray not to get in their way.
I share these stories with you as simple offerings. I am here for their mysteries of timing and synchronicity. Of one thing I am certain: they have much to say.
May these stories honor the spirits of these lands.
May these stories stir your own longings and joys.
The Adventures of Guadalupe and Friends
Día de Muertos Trilogy