Desert

Going to Da-Ville. Going to get some gas. Spending the night at 92392. Used to live in the Daville when I first moved out. Moved with my baby’s mom. Found out some things about myself.

Gas: Follow Directions

Some people. Putting gas, one must follow the directions.  The nozzle goes into the hole. However, before putting in the hole. One must open the gas cover first. Then put in the nozzle. Sorry, I thought it was clear. Guess the picture on the screen was not that clear. Hmmmm, remove nozzle, Push grade of fuel. Squeeze handle until no more gas is transferred. Return nozzle to dispenser. Close gas cover.

Angry Switch

One thing I learned is that people go at different pace. I will admit that I am one of them. Its hard at times to be a little sarcastic. Not for me I can be sarcastic at the flip of a switch. At times, I feel like Bruce Banner. Ed Norton played him last movie. Eric Bana before him. Before him Bill Bixby. “You won’t like when you get me angry.”

Need Perspective

Being Victorville I found out some ugly things about myself. Stuff, that I am not very proud of. Never hit someone out of anger in a long time. Broke some furniture. Put some holes in the walls. Learned that an onslaught of angry, unprovoked, unwarranted attacks burns my hide. Learned firsthand displaced anger and transference. Took some time to let someone’s anger wash over me and that I didn’t need to own it.

Nothing Else, but Listen

Something about living in a desert. There is something basic. Some thing about being alone with the Joshua trees and tumbleweeds. A good time for introspection. Time to listen to the voices in your head. You hear what is bothering and what makes you happy. You are away from the tv, radio, and endless chatter. It forces you to listen to your voice, your inner voice. You walk and think. You hear the lessons your parents and grandparents give you. You hear their words of wisdom and then apply to your own situation.

Survive

Being in the introspective. Getting that distance you get to see the big picture. Driving and leaving in the desert you realize what basic things you need. Not the baggage of stuff to weigh you down. You need food, water, air, family, friends.

Others Before

Many historical and religious figures had spent a many nights in the desert. INRI spent forty days tempted by the fallen one. The Prophet also spent time with Kadija in the desert. The chosen one spent 40 years roaming.

Read in a book on writing the symbolism of arid land. “Coming out of the desert. . .” the weary traveler was stronger, wiser, more devoted. Dune. Wrath of Khan. Reaching, I know. Sorry.

Truths Revealed

Spending time in the desert we learn many a things. At times, ugly. At times, more beautiful. At times, you make friends with a Joshua tree.  Truth is. . .there are things to learn in the place where you at. At the beach, I get recharged. Re-invigorated. When I go to the city, my explorative instincts turn high. When I farmers market or museum, I spend hours just marveling the creations people produce. All an expression. When I desert? I get down to basics. I take time to reflect. I take time to take in the lessons learned.

Night, Night Now

Well, last night’s adventure and this morning early departure got me on low. Eyelids are heavy. Breakfast is taking the energy from the gray matter and turning on the Alpha adrenergic receptors of Renal Cutaneous and Gastrointestinal tract. Blood has to go where its needed most. Write you later.