One last walk down my desert road, my heart overflowing with deepest thanks and joyous gratitude for *everything* that this land, its wild inhabitants, and the experience of 30 nights here have taught me... North Joshua Tree CA, Sept 1, 2018.
Holding on tight to the utterly enchanting sounds, the teachings of the heat, the desert’s inhabitants of alllllll kinds, the ancient ways and wisdoms of Joshua trees and creosote rings and cacti and yuccas, the out-of-this-world sunsets, night skies alive with planets and stars and psychedelic sunrises, the mountains and mesas and the living cryptobiotic desert crust, the war games that boomed at all hours (and forced a rerouting of my thesis project), the colonies of such incredible oddities and people and other living beings...
Never forgetting choirs of coyotes howling after midnight, pink lightning bolts sizzling while watching a storm move over valleys miles away, taking part in one heavy-as-heck cacao ceremony under the full Sturgeon moon, beholding the Perseids meteor showers night after night from a papasan chair out in the midst of this great wide open living desert, soundbathing at the Integratron, summoning wild serpents as if by will, the sweet yet haunted moans of the desert’s summer winds, while listening so deeply to it all.