Thursday, June 16, 2005

Riding The Deserts Of The Mind

The picture below was forwarded to me from Canada. Sent to my source from somewhere else in the world where I assume it was taken. It caught my imagination immediately and a song came to mind, then another song came, and for a time I was back in Texas. It seems I've been spending a lot of time in Texas lately without leaving home. I don't imagine the photo is of Texas, it looks more like Arizona or New Mexico to me, but it's hard to tell. The second caption is from a set of lyrics I can only attribute to a CW tune I picked up about a year and a half ago.
I don't know the singer's name, and I really don't know anything about the song, other than the tune and the words. It 's the lyrical content that attracts me to songs, I've discovered. The genre is of little importance if the words say something that takes on shape and creates images that I enjoy identifying with life. That one has to do with the whole male bonding thing that is done on two wheels. The companionship and fellowship that is shared on the road. There are times when we need to get away from our minds that get so busy we can't continue thinking. Those are the times it's really nice to have a little space of desert reserved for getting away. Have you ever been watching a television(I had mine disconnected while I was writing the last book)and found you had no idea of what, or why you were watching? That's the desert I'm referring to, the one that is in there that we can't consciously take note of because we have to be somewhere inbetween unconscious and cognizant to arrive. It's like that thing that happens when you've driven too long at night and start seeing things on the highway, the lights are on, but no one is home. I enjoy sitting around a fire with a few friends watching the flames dance and listening to the hiss of the logs as they release their life blood through the roughly cut ends. Far better than the TV, with a fire I know for sure I haven't missed anything, unless, of course, someone was talking to me. A lot of times around the fire when men talk it really doesn't make any difference if we listen to one another, its the act of getting stuff out of us that is most important, just saying it out loud. Maybe that's one of the reasons I enjoy talking to God about my stuff. He may be a million miles away in the dancing flame, but if I have to drop a load I know I can drop it with Him. Women may need this time, also, but I can't say for sure how their minds work, other than having a daughter who is a woman now and she seems to feel much the same way I do, but that might be my fault. Taking time to "ride" that desert in your mind and finding a place where you can hunker down around the fire with God is a wonderful stress release, and a great way to explore that one on one relationship with Him that we all need. Here's to the next "Ride!" In Christ's Love, Preacher.

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