Bisbee Bee Be blue.

Picked up refreshments at the local food co-operative. Peaches, apples, tea and limeade. Stepped into my car along with a giant gust of breeze carrying the scent of sulfur and iron. The giant hole was whispering to me. Honest Tea insight for the day came from Samuel Taylor Coleridge. "Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm." I think that may be how the hole ended up so giant. You get excited and keep digging. or going. or whatever.

It can tip either way. Like the snail on the razor blade. On one side, there is positive progress with a cradle to cradle theory holding it up. The other side is the path towards a giant hole in the ground. Greedy, unthoughtful action to a certain desired end. It's a delicate state....

So this is where I sit. The tiny town in the high desert hills of southern Arizona. Staring out into the pit of our deepest desires and deepest habits. Learning from the past how to move forward. This time, with respect and understanding.