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XLVI

“‘Live each day as if it’s your last’, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn’t practical. Better by far to simply try and be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Go out there with your passion and your electric typewriter and work hard at…something. Change lives through art maybe. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.”
— David Nicholls, One Day

Joshua Tree Camping, February


Desert Sestina by Susan Sink

I feel at home in Joshua Tree’s desert.
There’s peace in the vast emptiness,
the illusion that you could never get lost
because you can see so far, and sounds carry
over desert like they carry over water,
alerting others to your presence on or off the trail.

Have you ever noticed how two women on a trail
will talk and talk, never running empty,
but couples are more quiet? In the desert
they stop briefly to share a bottle of water
as if time together allows them to be at a loss
for words, or many ways to show they care.

I pay attention to these things now; I care
what brought these people to the desert,
and wonder if it makes them feel full or empty,
the barren rock beneath a sky the color of water.
I know it’s hard for anyone to stay on the trail
and in the world, as in the desert, easy to get lost.

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JOSHUA TREE REVISITED by Dawn Huntley Spitz

Ageless rocks stand like desert monuments,
Trees with spiky arms reach toward the sky.
Roads snake into endless wilderness
Distant views bemuse the eye.

Sandy trails slice through unyielding brush
Where shy inhabitants slither, crawl and run,
Bold wildflowers in radiant colors
Lift their heads to the relentless sun.

Vast and wild, the park calls to adventurers
Who roar along its roads in fearless quest.
While those who come to look for sanctuary
Soon discover gifts of beauty, peace and rest.

Some say this place is where the spirits dwell
And who’s to know who has not felt its spell?

XXXVIII

“In Zen Buddhism, a master was once asked what was the most valuable thing in the world. The master answered that a dead cat was, because no one could put a price on it.”
— J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction

Joshua Tree Camping, December

This has been in my blog drafts since our Joshua Tree trip in December. I wanted to find the cord to upload my DSLR pictures, but I seem to be neglecting that task.

I'm very excited to go back to on February 20th, I've been waiting to go back since we left. I wrote many pieces in J Tree, here's a clip of a journal piece:

I never thought I would be into camping. I like beds, I like toilets, I like wifi. I ordered a double sleeping bag and double foam/air pad a few days before our trip. I also found every cashmere item I have in my closet. R had everything else.

We piled into the car way later than expected, but I was on a freedom high, and I am never able to be upset around him for long. We got there a few hours before sundown. I have a love/hate relationship with short winter days. 

He set up the tent, I unloaded the car. We were the only ones around, I hoped that would be the case the whole night. Soon a car came up the gravel road. Two men got out of a wagon with a "LIVEGAN" license plate. Ends up his last name is Coffey and they live in Marina del Rey. Home followed me here. Maybe this is home. 

We finished filling our tent up with sweaters, jackets, cashmere blankets, our sleeping bag, and more. We had created a palace of luxury and warmth, despite our forgotten pillows.

I couldn't get over the beauty all around us. The silence. The sky. The peace I felt.

We put a bottle of wine and a tuna sandwich in his backpack. He made me put my ankle brace on. Don't ask me why I'll do anything the man says. If I were to guess, it's because his intentions are the kindest and truest of anyone I've ever known. Anyone else I'd say, "leave me alone, it's MY ankle." He asked me to bring it a few days before the trip. With his voice in my mind, I brought 2. 

R climbed a boulder I said I couldn't climb. But he did it and I'm stubborn and proud and can do anything. But really it was because he said it was safe. We drank a small bit from the bottle, shared our cold dinner, and watched the sun go down. We listened to the playlist I created of songs from Spotify's "100 Most Beautiful Songs in the World." 

No lasting fire, despite numerous attempts and a run to the store. I preferred the tent---luxury palace anyway. We talked about everything and about nothing for hours. I admitted I don't know his two middle names. With much wine in his belly, he got more upset than his typical disposition reveals. I hate that he felt passionate about it, but I understand. Over a year and a half where he remembers every detail of me, my stories, our stories together, and I don't know something as simple as his middle names. I never let him down so my heart hurt and I apologized beaucoup. I said his full name for the rest of the night to make light of the situation and attempt to show my devotion. It worked. He never holds anything against me.

The darkness and the quiet left us drunk on our feelings.

He asked if I really exist, if I'm real. 

I'm not sure. But, I felt as real as ever.

Overwhelmed, my tears, the size of quarters, fell onto our skin. Zero degrees outside and I was red with warmth. 

Without a bed, without a toilet, without wifi, I fell asleep the most comfortable I had been in years.

XIX

Yoko Ono’s Cleaning Pieces

CLEANING PIECE I
Write down a sad memory.
Put it in a box.
Burn the box and sprinkle the ashes in the field.
You may give some ashes
to a friend who shared the sadness.

CLEANING PIECE II
Make a numbered list of sadness in your life.
Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers.
Add a stone, each time there is sadness.
Burn the list, and appreciate the mount of stones for its beauty.
Make a numbered list of happiness in your life.
Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers.
Add a stone, each time there is happiness.
Compare the mount of stones to the one of sadness.

CLEANING PIECE III
Try to say nothing negative about anybody.
a) for three days
b) for forty-five days
c) for three months
See what happens to your life.

CLEANING PIECE IV
Write down everything you fear in life.
Burn it.
Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.

CLEANING PIECE V
Let a list of arbitrary names come into your mind as you go to sleep.
Say “bless you” after each name.
Do this with speed, by keeping a constant rhythm,
so, in no way, you would hesitate to bless them.

 

IX

“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
— Agatha Christie, An Autobiography

IV

“Adventure is just bad planning.”
— Roald Amundsen