Monday, March 19, 2018

Land of Enchantment


White Sands national Monument
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Reaching upward for spring
Reaching upward for spring


Not so far back into unfathomable eons today.  Just a year ago, the voice of a monk seeking the voice of God, thought he had heard and knocked on my door at the Pecos Benedictine Monastery.  So drawn was I by his generosity that I returned.  








The lake where fishers of men seek trout for dinner and where its peace draws them closer to the Church and farther from secular concerns.  









Brother Joseph feeding ducks and other visitors, words of comfort and separation.












My footsteps in desert dunes lead, if I follow the booms to where that first atomic bomb shook the entire world.  White Sands Missile Range tested something today, and I, just a few miles away walked on shifting sands of history.  










Waves on a sea of wind-driven sand, only the speed is slower. And I can walk on this sea. 









night retreats in sunrise
new day comes to old sand
echoes of old bombs
still vibrate
in the distance
my shadow reaches far ahead
as if I’m already there.
new light on old sand   




Please see a map of the places where I have slept, as updated each day by Michael Angerman:  Sharon in West Texas


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6 comments:

  1. L.P. JonesMarch 19, 2018 at 6:40 PM

    five toes in the sand
    four as red as fire ants
    one wonders whether
    a passing monk
    took off with the fifth's fire

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  2. SharonMarch 19, 2018 at 6:52 PM

    And this little piggy went home.

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  3. FerryTrailsMarch 20, 2018 at 9:55 AM

    I'm enjoying your travel and creativity. There is another wonderful Benedictine monastery near your home - St. Andrews Abbey. If you are intrigued by what the Benedictines offer (hospitality among other virtues) then you should make the drive to Valyermo.

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    1. SharonMarch 20, 2018 at 1:35 PM


      the Benedictines don't intrigue me as much as the beautiful setting of the Pecos Monastery, and the help offered me by one of the monks. Most of religious affiliations boil down to this for me. If Jesus had his way, there would not be any sects, or so I think.

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  4. russkiGypsyMarch 21, 2018 at 9:46 PM

    Lovely pictorial records.
    Fossil toes? Whoa!
    I didn't know Indians had such fetish!

    Oh my Gawd

    where did my shadow go
    It must've been stolen by a Indian crow.
    Now that winter has gone ho-ho
    I suck on my toe

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  5. SharonMarch 22, 2018 at 10:10 AM

    I didn't expect to find you so limber as to suck on your toe, Alex. Guess we all have some fetish.

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