The new moon looked as if the Lord was smiling, and why not, one of His sheep had just come home!
No phone, no noise, no one else but me sitting by the fire playing the harmonica, there was nothing moving but a slight wind. Then as on cue the coyotes began to join my evening serenade. The Big Dipper was acting as God's cup as it "runneth over" unto me with such beauty in the sky and on the earth that took my breathe away.
Many people will not understand the beauty and spirituality of the desert, but for those of us that do, we experience something that continues to call us back over and over again. There is a soothing healing that occurs in the desert solitude that makes me feel closer to God.
