My T —

Right now, my mind is completely blank. I’m enjoying it.

It’s as if a storm has just blown through.

The sky, the air inside, is clean.

I need to go to the desert soon, where I go to feel this way.

Now is the best time.

At night, the wind in the palms sounds like fire.

(I want you to tell me if I’m wrong.)

In the desert, it’s empty in the day and emptier at night.

(Oh but the stars — you can see all of them, like you’re in space!)

I used to go and write there, often.

It’s easier to create in emptiness, from emptiness.

(Hence the empty room, the open window.)

When things stop spinning, you can pick them up.

I should have bought a place out there when I could have.

The inspiration isn’t subtle.

There, things truly grow from nothing, out of nothing.

The ultimate affirmation.

I came from the desert. Literally. My ancestors are from Chihuahua.

(We can never have one! lol. Well, maybe…)

It explains a lot: proud, protective, pioneering people.

Though I grew up in a small, poor L.A. burb famous only for its auto dealership!

(A different kind of desert…)

The desert created me so I create in the desert.

I can hear my heartbeat there, my quietest thoughts.

I have a sedative effect on people, I’ve said: I’m told.

The desert does this for me, slows the breath, the pulse, soothes.

You’ll see.

The next time I go, wherever I go, I’ll have you with me.

Empty mind, full heart.

— Your D