I found Navalny's memoir surprisingly uplifting. As he says, "You do not get to give up. There is no shame in doing little. There is great shame in doing nothing."
Thank you for a beautiful walk in your desert garden this morning. My potted torch cactuses all bloomed overnight in a gorgeous display of variegated hot pinks, peach, and orange. Down the street, a huge ironwood tree has blessed the street with lavender blossoms. This is a wondrous season.
David -- This is one of your best, right up there with Christmas in the Desert. Thank you so much for sharing your reflections that can move us deeply.
This is beautiful, Fitz. I'm so used to seeing you as a comic editorialist that this blue me away. It reads as poetry ... A painting. Thank you.
I found Navalny's memoir surprisingly uplifting. As he says, "You do not get to give up. There is no shame in doing little. There is great shame in doing nothing."
Thank you for a beautiful walk in your desert garden this morning. My potted torch cactuses all bloomed overnight in a gorgeous display of variegated hot pinks, peach, and orange. Down the street, a huge ironwood tree has blessed the street with lavender blossoms. This is a wondrous season.
Loved 💕 your Substack today and needed the uplift! I’ve added Navalny’s book to my reads thank you.
Thank you for this beautiful meditation on the beauty of the desert and the inspiration of a hero. It moved me to tears.
Nice! Very nice. I savored every carefully chosen word and breathed easier upon completion. Keep writing.
David -- This is one of your best, right up there with Christmas in the Desert. Thank you so much for sharing your reflections that can move us deeply.
From my new poetry collection "Free Hugs":
HERE COMES THE SUN
The sun rose
at three a.m., blistering
the succulents
& what’s left
of our garden. When
an apex predator
confronts you,
don’t run. Assume
the submissive posture:
bow your head
to protect your throat
& avoid direct eye contact.
Head bowed, eyes
lowered, I slowly
backed away into
some shade.