by Armida Cervantez | Sep 28, 2017 | Abbey Country, Community, Essays |
It’s a windy autumn in the desert. There are no stands of evergreens or pines to break the force–only dust, dry and crumbly under feet and irritating sand in the eye. The first graders lined up with fortitude in this dust. We waited patiently for the...
by Armida Cervantez | Jun 6, 2016 | Abbey Country, Back Yard Days, Essays |
Falling is an inescapable factor in my life. Whenever I am in inner turmoil, fearful or exhausted, I fall. Mother Earth just calls me home. I fell at my children’s school one day after a big event that I coordinated. I remember a parent calmly saying, “No,...
by Armida Cervantez | Mar 14, 2016 | Abbey Country, Essays
Spring arrives seven days from today and the desert is preparing. Diablitos, as my father called them, are swirling their energy of wind containing cigarette butts, discarded winter woes, and desert dust. Occasionally a tumbleweed will hitch a ride. We are waiting for...
by Armida Cervantez | Feb 17, 2016 | Abbey Country, Community, Essays |
I started my week on Saturday and will be ending it on Sunday. It began with the thrashing of the broom, sponge, cleanser, and a prayer with sage smoke. Intensely studying Mandarin in high school and taking great risks with anxiety, my son suggested we offer our home...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Jul 17, 2013 | Abbey Country, photographs |
“It pleases me, loving rivers.” Raymond Carver The San Pedro is one of two rivers which flows north from Mexico into the United States. Its headwaters are in Sonora and it flows about 150 miles from there to its confluence with the Gila River. It is the...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Jun 16, 2013 | Abbey Country, photographs
The San Pedro River and San Pedro House are a short drive from my mom’s home in Sierra Vista. On the early morning I visited, a couple dozen birders were also roaming about. High Country News recently reported on the San Pedro, saying this last free river of the...
