Sunday, October 30, 2005

Desert Wind

Desert dwellers are familiar with the desert wind. A hot and sandy wind that dries up everything in its way, hurling a million tiny shards of glass, tearing the skin apart, breaking it.

Those who know the desert wind also know the longing it creates. It calls out to their hearts and awakens old memories and desires. Desire to wander and roam the world in the manner of nomads. Desire to pack it all and head straight into the wind.

Those who live in the desert, those who love the desert are like the sand, moving and changing, or at least the yearning is in their hearts.

I'm a wanderer. I'm often asked to stop, become rock, but I can't because I am sand. And the desert wind tosses me around.

I have made promises to stay put and I have broken them time and again, deserting the ones I love only to find that I am mistrusted upon my return.

Ah desert wind, what have you done to me? Why have you taken my heart?

Those who live in a barren land don't choose to go to another land, they just move around the desolation from one oasis to another.

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17 comments:

Wyrfu said...

Deserts do have something that calls to us. Is it the wind? Or the dryness? I think perhaps the emptiness, the desolation. It was always my intention to see the Namib Desert before I left Africa but somehow never got around to it. I'll have to make do with the Kalahari (which is technically only a semi-desert)...

Jay Noel said...

I've heard that a constant desert wind makes people go crazy. Several people from Nevada and New Mexico said the constant hot and dry wind made people irritable and angry all the time. Nevada has the highest rate of suicide per capital in the country.
(crickets chirping)

Anyway...

Anonymous said...

Gone Away, I'm so glad to see others understanding the call.
Please post on your journey to Kalahari once you've done it because it seems I really like your "travel logs" :)

dog1net, a kindred nomadic spirit :)
Seems we simply understand each other on this subject...

Anonymous said...

I had no idea, but I can see how that would be the case, Pheonix.
Thanks for this bit of information, sure adds another dimension...

Anonymous said...

I had no idea about Nevada, either, although I would have to blame the loss of money (to the casinos) more than the desert wind.

rdl said...

I am at a total loss as to what to say about that except I liked it. Sad but true,i guess i relate.

Trée said...

Melly, I find deserts and oceans have the same effect on me. Beautiful post. Let's hope the desert returns your heart--we need it here. :-)

Anonymous said...

Good point, Deborah. Losing money in a casino definitely doesn't help...

It's okay rdl, we don't always know what to say about different posts. You said the most important thing of all - you liked it. Thanks :)

Thanks, Trée *shy smile*
I love the water as well. If you noticed, my "profile" pic is that of a desert oasis, and my banner pic is that of an ocean...

Anonymous said...

The ocean has this effect on me. I've lived in a couple of different places, but my feet are starting to itch again, and a move is on the cards very soon.

Great post melly.

Anonymous said...

Maybe it's the vastness that does it, Lee.
(I was a bit worried about the post so I'm really you liked it, thanks :)

Anonymous said...

This was wonderful Melly, the desert-vast and mysterious but desolate, no. Full of whispers and hidden life. You have caught its essence in this piece.

Don't become a stone if you don't want to. :o)

Pat Kirby said...

Very lovely writing.

As a lifelong desert dweller, I have a different sort of view. Perhaps because I've lived in sand, sand, sand all my life, it seems rather mundane. Of course, more than many, I am aware of how much life a desert supports.

But my heart is lost to New Zealand. The rain forests, the bays, the deep blue ocean. I staggered off the plane after an eleven hour plane ride and thought, "I'm home." Coming back to the States, landing in Los Angeles (ugh), was painful.

Melly said...

Thanks easywriter :)
I was hoping you'll like it.
But no, don't encourage me ;)

Pat, I was wondering what you might say since you truly are a desert dweller.
First, thanks.
Second, I've never been to New Zealand, but I can relate to feeling at home somewhere even if it isn't where you call home.

ObilonKenobi said...

I love the post. Very haunting and beautiful as well as truthful. I know that call and have resisted it time and again. One day I hope to be able to heed the desert wind. I did visit New Mexico and loved the desert. The vastness and colors are overwhelming. I especially love the dark skies that allowed for great star observing. Some of my favorite stories take place in a desert setting, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Lawrence of Arabia and the Biblical Stories. Great writing!

Anonymous said...

Thank you very much ObilonKenobi.
And don't forget Dune !

Yes, the night sky in the desert is amazing. The best one can find.

THanks again :)

Anonymous said...

It is a bit sad, mom. You know it only too well... But yes, there's hope and maybe one day...

Melly said...

:)