i’m clacking away at the computer keys here on the shaded porch of my weekend outpost in the high desert. to my left a range of mountains. to my right a shelter of boulders rises up behind the cabin. i arrived yesterday. down a series of blonde dusty roads.
past joshua trees and creosote.
a beautiful coyote.
all the way to here.
it’s breezy and delicious in the shade. the air a perfect temperature against bare skin. that’s what you notice first. how good the desert air feels.
how silent. except for the sound of wind. a hummingbird. an enormous bee. a cloth hammock flapping in the wind.
last evening and this morning i walked in joshua tree national park.
i love this place.
i bought an annual pass. hoping to come back this winter.
last night a blaze of stars. so bright.
so good to sit here reading. and writing. later i will paint some cactus into my sketchbook. take a nap.
go back to the park this evening. watch another quilt of stars appear in the sky.
being here in desert always makes me think of LARGEness.
the way wallace stegner wrote of it. this quote from a passage i read in one of his books many years ago has stayed with me. i don’t know how many times i’ve referred to it here on the blog. so many.
Largeness is a lifelong matter. You grow because you are not content not to. You are like a beaver that chews constantly because if it doesn’t its teeth grow long and lock. You grow because you are a grower: you’re large because you can’t stand to be small.
i love the way certain books & words live on inside of you. take up residence.
hope you’re happy out there. exploring, dreaming, thinking of largeness.
i’ll just be here. doing the same.