It was a rather rushed morning. Nothing seemed to be going quite right; there wasn't enough time (there never is) and all of our preparation seemed to fade in the blink of an eye. We packed the car and speed off to the airport. Would we be late? Would their flight be on time? All the feelings of anxiety building one on top of the other.
The magazine stand, the grocery store, the drive to the desert, all lovely, laced with an edge of the anxious. Were we all tired? Stressed from travel?
But then, as we pulled up to the solitary house, perched on top of the solitary hill, over looking the deserts flat plains nestled against the rolling mountain range, we let out a breath and let the magic wash over us.
Meals were shared, records played softly, conversations echoed in the night sky; our souls bleeding into the openness around us finding healing and transcendence.
Daytime adventures, lounging by the pool; too many cigarettes and too much alcohol. Tears were shed of joy and of sadness. Walls came down, a vulnerability flourished, an opening of our hearts and our minds. Yoga at sunrise and sunset carrying our spirits away. Freedom to share, to learn, to know and to be known.
We left the desert with our hearts at ease. We feel the change, though we know not how or why. There is a light, tucked against our hearts, under the confines of our ribs, glowing softly, waiting for it's moment to shine.
*Listen my 'no bullshit' side had a really hard time writing this. I am all about yoga and meditation for the quieting of the mind and body, but you guys, this experience was more real than most things I have done in my life. Take it for what you will and leave the rest. Be good to yourself, find healing and restoration... and maybe take a trip to Joshua Tree.