unafraid of the desert
stores it's life within
some days I feel like one of the cacti growing here in the desert southwest.
prickly... sharp edged... strained against the hot sun.
And, like a succulent -- keeping that which I treasure most... deep within and safe from harm.
It's hard to open up that soft, tender heart... knowing the slightest misstep could mean a world of hurt.
((today I am thankful for friends, family, and loving puppies))