Bare Bones

Today was hot and dry with just a few puffy white clouds scattered here and there across a blue sky. I took a walk in a small area of the desert. This part of the desert is visited often and is less than a block from modern homes. But there it stood in its natural beauty unchanged by human hands. It was so quiet all I could hear was the call of something wild and a little more than a breeze of the wind. I thought about how it may have been many years ago when men and women traveled these roads for many reasons. There were no stores to buy a bottle of water, few if any homes with indoor plumbing and on a hot and dry day,the dust may have been overwhelming . How many out there may may have become bare bones lying in wait for some creature`s meal.

I met up with a friend today who said she didn't want a Facebook because her life was personal and not public for judgement. So it got me to thinking about bare bones. When I put on my favorite jeans and colorful shirt I'm covered,I feel safe.I don't think about whats inside of me, I feel hidden. Sometimes though I have to open my soul and let somebody in even if it doesn't feel safe at the moment. At that instant I become bare bones either for another creature to prey on or become a close friend. I have to choose if I will go on in search of the water to quench my thirsty soul or if I will continue across the hot desert sand as the men and women of old and become bare bones.