Every once in a while, when you’re really lucky, you go to a place that helps you feel whole again.   It never matters how you get to this gifted landscape.  It certainly doesn’t have to be far from home.  It can even be inside yourself…a lucid dream, a reality check on “what is,” a sense that despite being a fragile human in a weird world, you are not that broken.  Or rather, despite the perceived brokenness/broke-ness/ whatever, you can handle this thing called life.


Where ever it is, you can feel it~your senses come alive and a silky peaceful sense drops in…you are home.  Sometimes the landscape is far away, martian territory.  Sometimes not so much.  Either way, the place has hopeful words for you.

Maybe the landscape looks austere and washed out, punctuated with the occasional really bright pink cactus spine.   Maybe the charred remains of a yucca beg you to reconsider your take on “how life is.”  (Fire is strange and dramatic like that.)

Maybe you visited Joshua Tree during the winter like I did.  Now I know why my friend Jacks makes an annual winter pilgrimage to the desert.  I get it now.

I hope you have a beautiful New Year, filled with feelings of home.  May your heart be the oasis.