The Journey

Coming from the city when I first saw the desert, miles and miles into emptiness, while fearful of the mishap-- a blown tire or busted axle-- the isolation spoke to me, a strange familiarity reminded me of why I had just got up and left… I guess, I never felt full though growing up in a city of endless abundance—remained a hunger in me that a deluge of fine food and riotous entertainment could only temporarily ease, speed slowing in my mind to gnawing repetition… I have found that things are just things when in rapid motion-- and a heart needs time and space to first learn its own aloneness, before it can ever be truly filled by someone else or something of greater, far more satisfying value….