joshbrolin

07.04.2019 12:50

The man would just look up at me every so often and I would smile. He walked for an hour while I rode on the back of the camel, looking both at his shoes shuffle and glide then out toward the trucks with sand-dusted tourists on little cushions bouncing around in the back of them, bandanas plastered to their faces so I could see the outline of their open mouths and noses. As the winds came up, bits of trash blew, and the smallest little flowers growing out of the arid sand shimmered lively and reminded that we can survive the worst scenarios. I stared at the mountain range, and saw martian tents in the distance, and thought of earlier when the Asian woman with a black mask stood erect in the back of a still silver truck bed peering off into the distance (she was actually facing the rest of the parking lot) while her husband took photos of her. It looked like she was adventuring. She was not. The music coming out of the strobing ghetto blaster outside was a version of Boston’s “More than a feelin’”. French tourists. German. English. Saudis. They all looked the same to me. Tourists. I marveled at what we project onto these places, their backyard, as I rode along: “I read in the lobby about ant praying. Yes, ant prayer. Dung roll psalm #5. Shh. Listen. Shh. Hear it? Quiet! If you just fucking listen for a second you can hear it. You’re not available enough. You need to open yourself up. Seriously, the little one right there. The one with three legs. They’re called prayer ants. I’ve read about them. Been around for a long time. The lore is that one of these prayer ants bit Moses. That’s what I read anyway. They used to call them crabs but now they call them Prayer Ants. They’re capitalized now because it’s an actual title, like a royalty. Prayer Ants. They’re considered holy in this area. They have an international Prayer Ant Day now. I think it’s around Christmas. Off season. Let’s just sit here and listen for a moment. Make yourself available. Shhhh.” Then the camel ride was over. He knelt. I pet him. I shook the man’s hand. And now I’m back at the hotel with the infinity pool and the elliptical cardio machine in the gym wondering what I’m doing, then and now.

495 Comments

davidalanharvey

davidalanharvey

brilliant .. again !

17.04.2019 23:02

lizzardk00

lizzardk00

Just in case you read your fan posts, I would like to say - you have the most amazing thoughts you are thoughtful, artistic, articulate, and poetic. You are not like anyone else and that is why I follow you. Thank for being you and being original in a world that is the same kind of different, if that makes sense.

09.04.2019 01:26

erwanlecorre

erwanlecorre

Awesome writing as always. You’re a natural writer. Like Hemingway, the breed that has lived everything they write. Also, I like the final realization. That’s a glimpse into what I’ve calling “Natural Movement.” These people don’t exercise, they live authentically. They do practical stuff and it keeps them capable and fit. Naturally.

08.04.2019 20:54

kimmyflink

kimmyflink

A royal ant, now that's interesting😂 Psalm 5 The Message (MSG) A David Psalm 5 1-3 Listen, God! Please, pay attention! Can you make sense of these ramblings, my groans and cries?  King-God, I need your help. Every morning  you’ll hear me at it again. Every morning  I lay out the pieces of my life  on your altar  and watch for fire to descend. 4-6 You don’t socialize with Wicked,  or invite Evil over as your houseguest. Hot-Air-Boaster collapses in front of you;  you shake your head over Mischief-Maker. God destroys Lie-Speaker;  Blood-Thirsty and Truth-Bender disgust you. 7-8 And here I am, your invited guest—  it’s incredible! I enter your house; here I am,  prostrate in your inner sanctum, Waiting for directions  to get me safely through enemy lines. 9-10 Every word they speak is a land mine;  their lungs breathe out poison gas. Their throats are gaping graves,  their tongues slick as mudslides. Pile on the guilt, God!  Let their so-called wisdom wreck them. Kick them out! They’ve had their chance. 11-12 But you’ll welcome us with open arms  when we run for cover to you. Let the party last all night!  Stand guard over our celebration. You are famous, God, for welcoming God-seekers,  for decking us out in delight.

08.04.2019 16:31

flattenedbrando

flattenedbrando

Why do I need to appreciate other cultures? What did u learn? (Not a wise ass comment )

08.04.2019 15:26

floriophoto

floriophoto

That camel art in the bottle with the sand was amazing 🐪

08.04.2019 14:59

michaelmuller7

michaelmuller7

Bro I love that your rocking some Middle East. You’ll love it, the history the soul that’s there and the ❤️ if it’s people. Your big 🧡 will soak it all up...

08.04.2019 01:32

tobymorse

tobymorse

The Punk Poet! ❤️

08.04.2019 00:08

bleusalt

bleusalt

🙌

07.04.2019 20:17

brandeeboston

brandeeboston

That dudes body language said that he was not happy to be walking the camel while you got to ride the camel. I suppose there are worse jobs though. What a crazy place. Come home soon!

07.04.2019 19:57

jimmychin

jimmychin

Nothing like an elliptical in a hotel basement gym to make you question your life 😂

07.04.2019 17:47