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Water is Golden in the Desert

Dawn in the Desert  

Dawn in the Desert

 

There is nothing like being in the desert before sunrise.  The textures and hues evoke a total sense of peace for me, the grasses almost like spun gold. Then there are the radiant colors glowing along the horizon line and the blues of distant mountains–so subtle and harmonious.

Montrose Pools at Dawn

Montrose Pools at Dawn

The stillness is incomparable.  The colors so subtle and diverse, soon to be washed away by blinding light.  When I saw this large rock, creating an anchor in this subtle and dreamlike space, I was immediately grounded and present.

Catalina Mountain Stream

Catalina Mountain Stream

Such a small trickle of water, creating such resplendent colors and textures.  We forget, sometimes, the value of water, how it sustains explosions of life wherever it is found, even in the smallest amounts.

Golden Waters, Romero Pools

Golden Waters, Romero Pools

When I arrived at Romero Pools, I was overcome by the golden light as it hit the water. The first thought that came to my mind was that water is worth gold in the desert.  This winter was colder than usual, though now it is suddenly warmer than typical,  and there was sufficient snowmelt to create the flow that made this serene tableaux possible. It was hard not to be touched by the presence of life that sprung up along these riparian banks.

Stone and Water, Primordial Elements

Stone and Water, Primordial Elements

The contrast between swirling, soft waters and hard rocks was pronounced, and yet I knew this apparently soft, fluid, element was what created these channels and etched patterns in the hard,  seemingly impervious rocks.

Romero Pools Falls

Romero Pools Falls

Though the falls might be a trickle here in the desert, compared to some places in the country, water was still powerful enough to create these pathways with its gentle persistence.

 

Water is key everywhere–an element that contributes to healthy ecosystems, replenishment,and peace.  We need it spiritually and physically.  I drove away from Tucson in a dust storm, one that likely coated the landscape with sand and grit.  As our climate changes these oasis will become even more critical to our survival.