The Sonoran Desert
In the place of dust and rock where the lizards run,
Where hot winds whip, and the sun sears through a lapis-colored sky,
Where Saguaros march uninhibited across the arid land.
Miles and miles of emptiness: freedom.
This is the place where Mother Nature still shows her true beauty;
Wild and uncompromising, she cuts me down to my rightful size.
Teaching me to live without: demand less, appreciate more.
Silently reminding me that the race is of my own making...
I can be free.
I have found my home-not the home I was born to, but where I belong.
The ache of leaving weighs heavy in my heart.
But today I can carry with me a gift, humbly offered to all who seek.
The desert is more than a place; it is a state of mind.
It is life and death, land and sky, struggle and freedom.
Slow! Your frantic pace does not matter here.
Breathe, and be grounded in your humanness.
Be still, and find your small place in this vast world.
You belong, just as you are. In the silence, you can find peace.
This is the gift of the desert, for which I am eternally grateful.
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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, Tara Trewinnard-Boyle has lived in various places across Britain and currently resides in Maryland, USA, with her husband, young son and daughter, and their long-suffering dog who dreams of a quiet life. Her writing comes in inspirational bursts when words simply demand to be written. The intense feeling of belonging that Tara experienced during a trip to Arizona did not abate upon her return to Maryland. This poem became part of the process of dealing with the sense of loss but also a way of honoring the land that brought such joy.