Sometimes writing is a long, dry, hard trek to the mountain pass
You have to remember to rest along the way
and carry on even when the path seems to lead nowhere
There will always be a great view (if you remember to look)
and a waterhole or two (if you know where to find them)
Before long the path starts to look promising
and you have the feeling you are not alone
that someone may be watching over you
Beauty rises up
The swishing grass begins to sing
The muse lands on your shoulder
You know it won't be long
before you find
the marshmallow rocks
you were searching for.
Desert Writers, Ormiston Pound walk, West Macdonnell Ranges, NT, June 2012.