Crossing the Desert, It Seems A Story is Being Told

Crossing the Desert Part 1

It seems a story is being told with the current piece I am working on. It is called "Crossing the Desert" and it is definitely speaking as it comes into being....

First there was a road in the desert, it ran from East to West, or was it West to East .... I can't be sure now. This desert road was etched deeply into the dry, sun-scorched desert sands and it had remained vacant for a great many moons..... 

 One day the ghostly apparition of a woman began rising up out of the desert sands and there she stood for an entire day.  No one knows for sure why she stood in that one place for so long, perhaps she was resting from her assent, as she rose up from below the dense and heavy desert sands. The story goes on to tell us that the day after she appeared she began walking on the road that connected the East to the West....

The desert people say that she had the fire of the sun coming out of her head. Wild curls, the color of glowing embers, that danced in the hot desert winds like the flames of some ancient sacred fire....

So it came to be, under a sky filled with mysterious stars, comets and planets that the ghostly apparition of a woman rose up out of the desert sands. She stood completely still for a full day and night, then began walking on a path that lead both Eastward and Westward. She followed this path past great and ancient pyramids, where perhaps her ancestors once dwelled, and she walked on, faithful to the calling she had received, to cross the desert......

But something was calling in the distance.....can you hear it???? 

To be continued as more is reveled to me through the Divinity of needle and thread......

Link to Part 2 of the Story