Journey to the desert: in progress

Apr 12, 2008 - 00:10 AM PST

When my family first moved to Phoenix, it was a much different place than it is now, even in the smallest ways this this place has changed from the desert I once knew.

When I was only three years old my family pilgrimaged from the ice God-forsaken land known as Detroit, to engulf themselves in the endless sun of the city that rose from the ashes of the desert.

Then again, when my family first came to "the best run city in the world",it had not in fact truly emerged from the desert. When we first came to live in Phoenix there was an indefinite line between the wilderness and civilization. Jack rabbits and horned lizards were regular visitors to our bushes and driveways, wild cactus and other desert plants grew entwined with (and sometimes over powering) suburban hedges, and snakes (even rattlers) were common to be found in streets and yards. If you were walk one mile North from the house I grew up in, you would find yourself in a place so rugged, so overgrown, so inhospitable that you would swear some one had picked you up and dropped you in some land still undiscovered by modern man.

It is there that my story begins and because it was there, when I was three years old, that my cognitive memory truly began to kick in,-and still trhee years 'til my parents gave it a sturdy kick in the crotch with a little pill labeled "Ritalin". Oh, yes, there will be jump backs to times beyond my knowing, but that will come at a later, for now though, let's begin with a journey into the asphalt and wet tar desert of my childhood.

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There is a place so desolate, so incoragable, that Mother Nature, (whether you prefer Ishtar, Gaia, or Demeter is up to your consolidation) has left it both blessed and condemned in Isolation from "civilization". A land ever masculinely protecting itself from intruders, whithering the weak, and decidedly reptilian. At the same time though, by weilding unseen treasures, (luring many men to it's side), possessing more than a few magna swelled mounts and curves (accentuated by an equal number of yoni canyons and caverns) and being greatly in preference to herbivorian diet, it is unquestionably feminine.

This land, so shrouded in mystery, but blindly illuminated, is the land we call the desert. Welcome pilgrim you are in the best and worst company! Two-tenths! Two tenths, my "Ho"meward "Bo"und friend, two-tenths!