Today we drove to a area called the White Place, another subject of many of Georgia O’Keeffe’s paintings - a wildly intense place of spiritual depth. We spent an hour or so walking around this area in total silence. I found a cave which, in my imagination, must resemble the kind of space that some of the Desert Mothers or ammas inhabited. I was ready to climb into this cave but out of respect for the fragility of this area, I refrained. How did these desert fathers and mothers live? I must confess that on a perfect day such as we had, life in the desert seems compelling. What about when it snows, or harsh winds prevail or blinding rain creates mud holes. Then I’d like to be inside.
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