Come beyond the crust of dry salt that hardens the earth, that crumbles when touched, that shields our eyes from the silent river coursing below. Change is reciprocal and inevitable- choice an eternal confusion.
Please press those little Poetry, Essays and About Krista buttons up top to dive in. Don’t worry, the water is warm. The photo was taken in Death Valley on a 107 degree day. It’s a salty aquifer found only through digging toward the earth’s sweaty core-difficult to swim. But if you relax and trust, your soul just might float on earthy tears.