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
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