"On your journey to your dream, be ready to face oasis and deserts. In both cases, don't stop." - Paulo Coelho
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| First time in 20 years this lake has existed - Merzouga, Morocco - November 2024 |
The poem below was written amongst the Sahara desert of both Egypt and Morocco in November of 2024. The desert is a very intriguing place and is a lot different from what one envisions. The majority of it looks like you were flung off Earth and landed on Mars. The landscape is not endless sand dunes. The dunes certainly exist but they are in patches, not swathing swarms. It's mostly, flat, hard, dry, cracked ground just like what is found in parts of Arizona and New Mexico with random herds of wild camels sauntering about. The desert has its own sound to it, a wispy crack of the wind blowing sand around complete with a low reverberating hum that can only be heard when one really listens.
The perception of the desert is that life cannot exist here, no way, no how. However, all of the building blocks of life are there, just sitting, waiting for the conditions to be right. All that is needed is for water to be added and suddenly life springs forth every which way, butterflies emerge, flamingos suddenly appear, birds swoop in, grass grows immensely fast which the camels then devour. Once the water dries up then poof, the landscape chameleons back into appearing to not be capable of hosting life. In reality, it's just resting, waiting for the next rains that will once again create the perfect conditions for life.
