I have a lot of things on my mind. The train derailment outside of Philadelphia and Congressional Republicans’ failure to see that as a cry for more funding for rail safety. Recent events in Baltimore that brought to the surface the still-simmering racial tension in this country. The clown car that is the ever-widening field of 2016 Republican presidential candidates. The airwaves fill with chatter.
So it’s no wonder that I’m looking forward to a trip to the Desert Southwest. Standing in Badwater Basin in Death Valley (or, in my case, sitting in an air conditioned car while my husband stands in Badwater Basin) you hear only what’s essential: absolutely nothing. You see what’s essential: absolutely nothing. Desolation as far as the eye can see. It’s so quiet you can hear the earth hum. Mother Earth’s primordial rhythm. The pulse of life eternal.
I can’t wait.
This is all so true, and maybe that’s why I like the desert too – a spiritual place like no other.