This Lent we will offer daily reflection on the Desert. We begin with a few lines from the Canadian poet, Kate Braid, which set the scene admirably.
This space is not emptiness,
This space is not, as you would say, Nothing there.
It is a space of fullness, open
to possibility. You would say, A foolish space.
This is not denial. This is joy,
an empty palette waiting, bone
against the sky.
We are so afraid of the larger space.
Kate Braid, Inward to the Bones, Victoria BC, Polestar Book Publishers, 1998. The book explores the life and work of the artist and desert dweller, Georgia O’keeffe.