The Desert Sky

I rarely get homesick but I feel it creeping in on me this evening.  Sometimes I feel as though all I need is to feel my bare feet on the desert dirt for a few minutes and I will feel whole.  As if there would be this moment where everything would finally come to focus....instant inner peace.
I have seen my fair share of the country.  I fell in love with the history of Boston. Felt the overwhelming sense of urgency in New York City.  Bathed in the crisp ocean breeze of Daytona Beach on a cool January day.  Basked in southern hospitality in Texas and southern food in Georgia.  Marveled in the serenity of the Utah landscape.  What I truly miss is the sunset on the desert horizon in Arizona....home.  The vivid colors that paint the sky are canvas worthy as the night sky begins to be glittered with stars.  It could put Van Gogh's Starry Night to shame.
 There are some nights like this one that I can lay in the darkness of my room, listening to music, and call upon my memories of home. I grew up in a house that was situated nicely on a desert mountain.  At night I was able to gaze upon the city lights below but loved to keep my eyes looking toward the heavens.  I found peace and comfort marveling at what beauty was before my eyes. But you haven't truly lived until you've stood in the desert rain.  As a teenager I would stand in the rain with the warmth of the sun on my face.  It felt as though I was being baptized by mother nature.  I would forget about  all of the hurt and sadness around me and revel in the beauty being offered to me.  At night during monsoon season the night sky would put on a display of lights that poets could write about.  I would sit back and watch as I played Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here which always seemed to be timed to what I was seeing in front of me.  "Were just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl."  I was a bit deep for a teenager, I think I may have an "old" soul.
I have tried to recreate that feeling in my current location.  I step outside my office, close my eyes, and lift my face toward the sun.  I let the energy radiate my skin and penetrate my whole body.  I am grateful and in awe of the nature I am surrounded by.  Virginia has is perks.  I get to enjoy all four seasons. The anticipation of falls arrival has me giddy.  I have selected my location carefully so that I can enjoy the changing of leaves on the horizon.  I can feel the airs slight change.  I can't wait, but I still miss my desert sky.

Music (My First Love)

I am sitting here smirking at my aptly named title to my blog.  At times I feel as though my brain is radioactive.  My thoughts bounce from subject to subject with a speed that could resemble humming bird wings in flight.  I search my ipod for music to match my mood.....no such luck, so I will settle for Radioactive by Imagine Dragons.  Fitting my title, I will roll with it.  Music is my first love.  For me it is something that assaults all my senses.  I don't just listen to a song I feel it.  I sit in a dark room with my headphones on at a volume that could cause deafness and I let the music take me. There is music for everything in life.  I cook to Dean Martin, relax with Bach, clean to Metallica, and drown my sorrows with Adele.  A great song will adequately say things that I can't seem to verbalize and give me solace through difficult moments. I haven't completely listened to a piece of music until I have isolated each instrument, carefully listened to the words, and decided what it means to me.  I am currently waiting for the next song to assault my senses.  Any suggestions?