I noticed you tweeted that you love St. George. You probably have no idea that is where I was born, do you?
Actually, I can answer my own question: You don’t have a clue I was born in St. George. You don’t know that my birthday is coming up in two weeks, either. Nor do you know that you and I were born at almost the exact same time of day.
I wonder…why do you love St. George? Is your unknowing heart tuned to the same desert song as mine? Does the heat of the sun reflected on the red rocks press into your pores, warming you through as it sways your unknowing heart towards your roots?
And then I wonder…will it ever matter to you? I know you are young, oh so young, and I know I must be patient, oh so patient, but this mother longs to tell you: You are a daughter of the high desert and of the ocean waves.