The Pinyon smelled so good when I crushed it. I imagined that this is the smell of the heart --of love being released.
There will be no distinction between inside and out when I return to Death Valley. There will be no past or future, only the space of the present.
I chanted the psalms, I chanted the scripture, I prayed every morning to the Desert, and blessed everyone I met.
Death Valley is the living image of God's presence in absence.
Full of anger, sadness, shame and fear I climbed the canyon wall while kicking the ass of every last memory from the failed relationship.