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Tonight as I drove home from my three hour commute, I received a blessing. You might not think it is a blessing, for the fact that you are on a three hour commute. However, I just use my imagination and what is around me and see the blessing.

As I made the last stretch up the Cajon, I turned off the air conditioning and lowered the window, just a bit. There it was, waiting for me. A small present. Inhale, ahhh. What a little blessing; the smell of rain. In California we seldom get this blessing. I love the smell of rain in the air. I relate this wonderful smell to my childhood, to summer trips to my grandma’s in Missouri. I relate the smell to all that is good and warm.

In the Midwest, rain is eminent when that smell drifts under a doorframe or through a cracked window. Yes, I love everything about the smell of rain. Creeping, softly through my window, makes me close my eyes and inhale deeply. Relaxes, makes me sleepy, relaxes my body, tickles my nose and if the sound follows I sleep.

I know that some of you high desert dwellers have some fond memories with the smell of rain.  If you can think of any, leave a message for me, I love hearing about your rain experiences.  Summer rain, in the Midwest is usually accompanied by a great deal of humidity, sometimes cools it off but sometimes in the south it makes it hotter.  For me, I love the rain, whether it be in the desert, the Midwest or the South.  Do you love the smell of rain, are you relaxed, does it make you sleep, are you relaxed?



Today I heard a beautiful teaching about actions. I looked at some of my actions and understood that not everyone would be impressed at my actions.   Everyday, awareness of those around us and how we relate to them in the long stream, is something we consider as trivia. Honestly the things I find important sometimes are so insignificant compared to other’s problems. When I got home, I looked up some trivia information about actions and these are the ones I found on a trivia website Here are some notable quotes about action:

I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts. John Locke

Well done is better than well said. Benjamin Franklin

After all is said and done, a lot more will have been said than done. Anonymous

I got to thinking about everything I say I’m going to do on a daily basis and how much of that is just wishful thinking. Thinking of what I do being more important than what my neighbor does or the person around the corner. Then I say, get over yourself and know what you do is better than what you say you’ll do. Action a word to ponder.


If you’ve ever had to look for employment, or if you are looking now, times have changed. I’m a little too old because I remember how it was done in the past. When you wanted to look for a job, you got out the newspaper, looked in the want ads for employment, circled the ones that applied to you, got in your car and drove to the destination to put in an application. If you got lucky, or made friends with the secretary you might just get an interview on the spot.

Well, it’s a whole different ball game today. Today, you can’t just waltz into an establishment and fill out an application. Today it’s all about the computer. Look up a job online with a keyword, an establishment, or an agency such as Monster or

Some of the plus sides of online submission is that you can apply for as many jobs as you can sit through in one day. I mean sit through, because many application processes are lengthy, more than an hour of psychological questions asked the same way, over and over.

I see the downside of today’s application process as being very sterile. There is no interaction between humans during this process. You will receive an e mail that they have your application. Who has your application? Where does the application go? How long will it be before you get a response? These are all very valid questions.

All I can say about this new way of job hunting is apply for as many jobs you can apply for, every day! Happy job search.


I don’t know about you but I’m amazed at the high desert people. Reading everyone’s post on High Desert Bloggers makes me think about the amazing people we have in our community. There’s writers, there’s gardeners, cooks, friends and family. I’m amazed at the talent we have here and the versatility of the people living in the high desert.

This week has been an exciting week in the desert and so much has happened in three short days. For each and everyone of you that has gone to school, and sweated their grade, that would be me. Normally, I get A’s and high B’s but not in this class. Tough, tough instructor and by the end of last week, I thought “Oh my goodness,” I might not pass. Passing in a doctorate is nothing less than a B. You can’t get a C only B and above.

That’s how much I worried about a tiny little thing like a grade. Nail biting, etc. no need. I should be worrying about my neighbor. I should be worrying about the man and woman I talked to in Wal Mart at 11:00 p.m. asking for money, with a small child by their side, or the mentally ill patient on the street, because he or she is confused about what medication to take.  Such thoughts cause contemplation about  the meaning of my life and it’s importance.

I thank the proprietor of this blog, because here we can talk about the High Desert, and contemplate on how to build our community and make it better. Every day I see cars that turn off the 395 unto dirt roads that don’t even have a sign to the destination and sometimes I think we are like those cars, driving with an unknown destination.

I’m going to think about my path and which turn in the road it will take.


Today is Sunday. Most Sundays you might find grumbling that work is the next day but not this Sunday. This is a Sunday filled with joy and happiness and reminders that joy is a gift that is given to us freely and we ought to enjoy it. As of late I’ve seen grumbling before me and I’m reminded of the saying my mother says still today, “Get glad in the same pants you got mad in.” In other words no one really cares what you are mad about.

Today was a day full of peace in my high desert world. I got to spend time with great people. I got to spend time with my mother and sister. I got to enjoy another beautiful blue skied day in the desert. Fluffy white clouds dotted the horizon and made the sky look like an inviting pillow. There was a calm over the desert. Even though the weather is hot, it’s not as hot as it was yesterday or the day before.

What more can a person ask for, blue skies, good people to mingle with and an assurance of the Sunday Joy that surrounds the day. Tomorrow is a work day, but if I look around I will find joy in that day too. No one, no one person in this world can take joy from our hearts. Joy is a feeling and even in the midst of a crises, joy can be found.

Thank you for a great ending to a fourth of July weekend. Thank you for joy in our hearts.


Hey high desert dwellers, the light show goes on over Adelanto tonight. As I sit here writing this blog I can hear the boom, boom, boom of the fireworks lighting the sky. As I watched what was going on at Maverick Stadium from the gas station nearby, several thoughts came to mind. First of all why are people lighting fireworks in the gas station parking lot, next to gasoline tanks?  No wonder some police officers came by to let people know that it may not be a good idea to light fireworks in the gas station parking lot.

For many years I worked in the emergency room of a hospital, and every year on fourth of July there are so many accidents that require emergency treatment, it’s phenomenal. I suppose that people do not always think with the logical side of their brain when they are celebrating the fourth of July.

As we go into the weekend I want to think about more than the fireworks. I want to remember first the first people in America who fought for our country and it’s continued freedom. I remember my father who fought for his country in “World War II”. My uncles and other family members who also fought to keep us free. I remember, young men I knew in High School who fought in Vietnam to rid the world of communism. Most of the ones I went to school with didn’t come home.

Now my grandson-in-law is in the Army. In a few months he may be deployed, destiny unknown. Young men still go to the army, to the navy, the air force and many other avenues of the service, to keep our country free. If you know someone who is serving their country, write them a letter, let them know how much you appreciate them.

Every fourth of July brings a new set of fireworks in the sky, new memories but while we are making our memories let us reminisce about the past and how we have the freedom to enjoy.


This evening I got to run into someone I knew. This is one of the phenomena that I enjoy about living in the High Desert. When that happens, I’m reminded how we are a metropolis living in a small town. By that I mean we get the blessing of running into people we know. Down the hill that almost never happens. If I go to the grocery store down the hill, there is almost no chance that I will see someone I know. But here in the high desert,  I can see my neighbor, or someone I know from church, or a club meeting at the same grocery store, because it’s the only grocery store in the neighborhood. Chit chatting with a neighbor makes me feel like I did in my childhood. We knew everyone in the neighborhood and everyone knew us. That type of atmosphere made it next to impossible to do bad things without someone knowing you did it.

The news is full of information, most is scary and we don’t want to think about it.  Killings, rapes, etc. and no one knows who did it because no one knows each other.  When I was growing up, we knew if there was a stranger in the neighborhood, we knew if Sharon went to the market or if John was watching his children.  We didn’t have to guess what was going on, we knew.  Rarely did something happen that someone didn’t see.  Now the news is filled with strange things happening and no one knows a thing about them.

Living in the high desert, grows on me everyday.  Even the heat and the cold of the winter doesn’t seem as drastic as it did when I first moved here.  The desert grows on you, the beautiful sky, the sunrise and sunsets, the huge moon and the stars that shine at night.  Here I’m reminded that there are still people who have time to say hi, stop and chit chat about their day, and keep watch over events in the neighborhood.  The news is full of negative feedback and all the newscasters seem to report only the controversy, the horrific, and the political.  I’m wondering what happened to the cute little story of the past.  Maybe they should spend some time in a small town atmosphere, like the High Desert?   Maybe, they should come down to pleasant!



The poetry books are full of poems about rain.  I love Rain and I love poetry about rain.  Here’s one by Emily Dickson, one of our favorites.  Thanks Emily.


Like Rain it sounded till it curved
Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I new ’twas Wind — It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand — When it had pushed itself away To some remotest Plain A coming as of Hosts was heard It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools It warbled in the Road — It pulled the spigot from the Hills And let the Floods abroad — It loosened acres, lifted seas The sites of Centres stirred Then like Elijah rode away Upon a Wheel of Cloud.
Emily Dickson
Can you hear her story, the rain has character, has a purpose and makes you wonder where this rain is, how you can experience it and why the rain is not visible.  Like rain it sounded, she compares the sound she’s hearing to rain.  I can recall when I was a child and I went to visit my grandparents in Missouri.  There came a terrible storm and the wind was so powerful it sounded like rain.  Emily can hold a reader with nothing but her words.  Powerful, majestic and sometimes puzzling.  Do you agree?


We tell stories.  Stories in poetry, stories at the water cooler.  Yeah, we tell stories.  I like to tell stories in poems.  I’m always encouraging children to write a poem because through poetry we can get our feelings out, words to heal ourselves.  Some of my favorite poetry tells stories, like the Highwayman, or The Raven.  I admire those who can tell a story.

Have you told yourself a story lately?  Have you bore your deepest feelings, your heart pumps and after you read it a few times you can rest.  That is what it’s like for me when I write a poem, a story or a speech.  I wake up in the night and words come in my head and run down to my fingers.  I find that the desert is great inspiration, especially in the morning, quiet a few sounds around me.  I’m not the only one who writes poetry stories.  Here’s one by a local girl who already graduated.

“First day jitters”

By: Stephanie Stever

Its 4am wake up! What should I wear? Stumbled out of bed, “Oh lord look at my hair.”

Its 6am catching the bus, off to high school would I fit in? Would I be cool? Or dull.

Its 7am and the bell has rang. It all of a sudden hit me like a big bang.

My nerves rattled and I shook. Time to sit in class and hit the book.

Entering this new world of peers. Had me questioning myself as I look in the mirror.

Am I good enough? Will I seize the day? Or will I crumble under pressure and lose my way.

Much more work to be done here. Unlike middle school where the fear felt less near. As the day went on my thoughts became afar. I had become relaxed and less jarred.

Its 2 pm time to go home back to my roots where I know I could roam.

The first day was rough but I was tough

All I know is I survived Serrano high.

Tuesday at the Heart of Poetry

All you poetry fans, we’re waiting to hear from you.  Are you sitting in the corner and trying to compose your poem?  Did you know that your poem does not have to rhyme.  For me I just naturally rhyme.  I’ve been writing poems since childhood and some moons ago I used to be involved with local poets in Long Beach.  My nickname was The Rhyming Queen of Long Beach.  I was involved and ran several poetry readings and even a poetry theatre in Hollywood.  No it wasn’t that glamorous because it was housed in an old theatre on Hollywood Blvd and the owner couldn’t get his venture off the ground.  I had some fine poets play there, telling their story with poetry.

Tuesday made me reflect on that time in my life because my poetry theatre was every Tuesday night.  Fun, fun, fun was it to come from a long day of working my nine to five job and open the doors to people on Hollywood Blvd to come in and hear the spoken word.  I miss that and if I ever can promote this feeling again I’ll duplicate it.  I tried going online and researching whether or not there are any poetry readings up here in the high desert but everything listed is near to the high desert, 73 miles away by the beach, in Riverside, Fullerton, etc.

The closest thing I found was listed under the High Desert Writer’s Club in Apple Valley which I belong to.  If I could find a coffee shop willing to support a little spoken word I’d be glad to organize, advertise and recruit poets in the high desert.  It has to be a Saturday reading because I drive a long way every day to work.

Here’s my nature pick poetry for the day.

Red Morning

The sun wakes up the sleepy clouds

Parts them softly with her light

Colors glistening beaming through

A red morning, new for you.

By Mother Love

I love morning and poetry.  Leave us a comment and tell us what kind of poetry you love.

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