Observations (in the raw)
Last evening it rained, again. I mean a good, soaking rain. The kind that leaves the ground muddy the next morning. This is such a rarity here in the desert and when it comes, the joy it brings is almost indescribable. I find myself giddy and running from window to window making sure all areas are getting their fair share, as if, my attention could control it somehow. I know there is a great lesson in this anomaly. I feel it is something deeper than just gratitude for something that has been missing. It seems to be more primal than that. It is our connection to water as a living entity that seems to be at the heart of this...this joy.
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for a couple of years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...