In the Mouth of a Desert

Sunday, I arrived back in Dallas from the beautiful mountainous landscape of a West Texas ghost town. The first thought I had when I saw the sky line of downtown was "I just want to turn around. I just want to turn around and go right back." The technology detox did mounds of good; No TV sucking away my attention from things that really matter, no Internet social network drama, no billboards yelling at me to buy things I don't really need and taking away from the awesome beauty of the sky. I was saturated with peace, quiet, good food and friendly faces. I slept under the stars. I drank beer with musicians around a campfire in the middle of nowhere. I washed my feet in a natural cold spring off a random desert road. I completely fell in love with the desert. And it's all I can do now to hold tight to the idea that I will be there again, someday very soon. And permanently. I'll be drinking cold drinks on a giant porch overlooking the mountains with some of the kindest and most genuine people I have ever met. I want to live that life so badly I can taste it and smell it and feel it like silt in between my toes. I have finally found my life's calling in the quiet heat of Terlingua, TX.