Frida Kahlo Me and My Parrots

Frida Kahlo Me and My ParrotsFrida Kahlo Me and My DollFrida Kahlo Luther Burbank
Another pause. High overhead, an eagle circled, looking for tortoises.
"I am sure you have confused memories of our wanderings in the wilderness."
No."
"It is only to be expected. The sun, the thirst, the hunger . . ."
"No, lord. My memory does not confuse readily."
"Oh, yes. I recall."
"So do I, lord."Overhead, the spiraling dot that was the eagle appeared to hang motionless in the air for a moment. Then it folded its wings and fell-
"Much was given to me in the desert, Brutha. Much was learned. Now Vorbis turned his head slightly, looking sidelong at Brutha as if he was trying to hide behind his own face."In the desert, the Great God Om spoke to me.""Yes, lord. He did. Every day.""You have a mighty if simple faith, Brutha. When it comes to people, I am a great judge.""Yes, lord. Lord?""Yes, my Brutha?""Nhumrod said you led me through the desert, lord.""Remember what I said about fundamental truth, Brutha? Of course you do. There was a physical desert, indeed, but also a desert of the soul. My God led me, and I led you.""Ah. Yes. I see."