I was a flower child. Excuse me, I am a flower child.
OK, so El Dorado meansthe Holy Grail, the gold,and the heaven and the true love. And also the name of this place I’m in.
The female yucca mothpollinates the Joshua tree flowerlaying her eggs in the flowers’ ovaries.Those little eggs hatch andfeed on…
I never imaginedI could feel so fullof my own soulas to dwarfa container shippacked…
I learn, the saguaro stands still,singular and self-containedfor up to 90…
The road to personal power is pavedwith vulnerability.
I don’t know if it’s immaturityor a brilliant strategy to never thinkold thoughtsbut I cling to…