Here's how I feel:
when I go to places like this:
My spring break is at a different time than my son's and my husband's, so I took off by myself and went to the desert.
It felt like a century since I had been outside (Stupid Philadelphia Winter. GRR.), so hiking for 4 days helped restore me mentally, even though it took some long plane rides, some long car trips, and a lot of dollars to do it.
I need the desert. It's my touchstone.
It's where I learned I wanted to search for my birth parents. It's a place where I can set my sights on a butte or canyon ten miles away, point my feet in that direction, and walk until I get there. Being in the desert made searching seem possible for me all those years ago. And it was possible.
And I keep returning and returning to the desert in search of other wisdoms.
Thanks for reading.