At least once a month, I head east on crowded freeways towards our second home, Palm Springs. After an hour or two of loud and harried, I reach my favorite exit – a long stretch of road in the shadow of the towering Mount San Jacinto. It’s flanked by a wide expanse of blinding white sand and craggy mountains.
It’s here, I breathe deeper than I have in days. The air is clear, the pace is slow, the stillness palpable. In near reverence, I lower my window, quiet my tunes and let my hand roll in the warm breeze. It’s my church.
My intense love for the desert southwest is as old as I am. I figure it’s the closest I’ll ever live to the deserts of my Texas birthplace.
I’m here for over a week and it’s such a gift! The temperature may soar to 117 degrees by this weekend, but that only means the desert is in it’s quiet annual hibernation. So, I venture out at dawn for long coolish walks through town.
The only people out so early in this town are sleepy dog walkers and casino shift workers. But, I have spotted a familiar braided-Native-American-ranger bumping his truck onto a canyon road. I so envy his turquoise bracelets! He shows them off each time he waves my husband and I through to hiking trails during the cool months.
After my walk, a dip in the lukewarm pool is in order. I float for awhile in the silky water, cloud gazing and day dreaming. Before it’s too hot, I’ll run my errands. The rest of the hours will be spent in much too cold air conditioning deep in page, paint and pen. It’s a working retreat, you see. I’m so fortunate to have my work feel like play nowadays.
The white space I’ve managed on my calendar is not likely to come again for a year, so I intend to make the most of this time. How about you? What are you doing in these last days of summer – are you finding some white space of your own?