The desert fathers and mothers sought God in the silence and solitude. My ancestors built mysterious shrines in desert sands for gods or extraterrestrials or to show off their artistic prowess. I have always been fascinated by the desert, its oven-baking-hot heat, the animal and plant life that basks in the sun. What better conclusion to my vacation back to myself than to follow New York’s chaotic hyperactivity with Albuquerque’s warm mellowness?
Here I feel at peace, whole, protected. The air is clear, the sky huge. Here I will be able to eat and sleep. No dream or doubt can shake me.