The journey through grief
begins
in the desert
where nothing seems
familiar
and nothing seems certain.
Mark Liebenow
I write about the landscape of grief, nature, and the wisdom of fools. The author of four books, my essays, poems, and reviews have been published in over 50 journals, including in the Huffington Post and Colorado Review. I’ve won the River Teeth Nonfiction Book Award, the Chautauqua and Literal Latte’s essay prizes, and my work has been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes and named a notable by Best American Essays. My account of hiking in Yosemite to deal with my wife’s death, Mountains of Light, was published by the University of Nebraska Press. http://www.markliebenow.com.
I like that. I think you got the desert right. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteI'm comfortable in mountains and forests, so the desert seems barren and unduly harsh. But I suspect that if I grew up in the desert, the wilderness of the mountains would unnerve me.
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