If you have not been to the Mohave desert you must venture there. To be kissed in the morning by a crisp, cool breeze fresh from the mountains purified by pine trees and energized by the mountain itself. To be warmed and tanned at mid day by the same lithe air is an experience that cannot be found anywhere else. There is tranquility in the vastness of its spaces and energy in its awesome presence. To see the Joshua Tree blooming at twilight in the high desert on a sea of sand which has momentarily been glazed by a winter's frost. It is truly "other worldly".My first time to the desert was with Jack. He was a child of the desert and, in his own way, taught me its magic and charm. Our many trips to this "paradise lost" gave us the peace and serenity needed to comfort our otherwise hectic existence back home in Chicago. While we had made life together in the City of Big Shoulders it was somehow a compilation of the parts and pieces that we had gleaned from out travels. But it took the desert spirit to make the magic for me.
The dream world to the desert people was just as real as the physical world. Through dreams they could travel back to the time of creation and learn the meaning of things. They could learn of gifts they had been given. In its solace the desert has allowed me to travel through my thoughts and even time itself in order to rekindle moment's lost and found. And to embrace a future that is fueled by these remembrances.
According to the ancients in First Times, there was chaos. And from the union of Earth andn Sky was born the Great Spirit of the Desert. I believe that the Great Spirit lives on and is forever watchful. How else could this desert paradise exist?
