I kid. The coyotes are not a direct threat. They are just loud. Somewhere between the generator dying in the middle of the night (meaning no AC) and the coyotes living it up in the moonlight I did not get an adequate amount of sleep. During the few hours I did manage to slip away I had some pretty amazing dreams. To quote Dorothy “you were there and you were there..” But don’t worry, I won’t bore you with all the details. I will say that if you need some dream therapy this is a great place to be. I have done some of my most prolific dreaming out here in the desert. It is definitely part of what has made this such a healing place for me. It is usually so marvelously quiet (damn coyotes). My subconscious starts talking things out at night and it has provided me many new perspectives and allowed me to let a lot of things go. This is also where I first thought that maybe drinking was hurting more than it was helping. Anyway I laid awake most of the night missing air conditioning, wondering what the coyotes were laughing at and thinking about the girl I was the first time I came out here.. living on Modelo’s, cigarettes and sarcasm. I still love sarcasm but I am glad to have a broader range of expression these days. Now instead of bringing a snide remark, a cooler of beer and tequila I pack my yoga mat, a bunch of kimchi, mineral water and raw chocolate. I never thought this is who I would become. Have I said that before? Probably.. I am sleepy and likely repeating myself. See you in my dreams.
Day 200: Tah Dah! My laziest breakfast yet. A bowl of antioxidants. Grapefruit and bloobs. I ate this and took a little disco nap after serving breakfast to everyone else. They had a lot of meat. Bacon.. sausage.. hash.. I was in no mood for that.