After years of hearing the stories my friend regaled about the provocatively named “Wonder Valley” in the Mojave Desert, I finally had the opportunity this past weekend to visit the place that holds a legendary status in my mind – sight unseen. And though my time there was too short for a proper introduction, I was not disappointed.
I knew, energetically, that I had officially crossed into the “Wonder.” I was deep in conversation when I felt the air in the tin can rental car shift. Wait, are we in WV, now? The local in my passenger seat confirmed. Yup. The shift was like a change of colors – obvious but without explicit meaning. If anything, the air got a tad hotter.
The experience of Wonder Valley is like looking at one’s naked body in a full length mirror: it’s slightly alarming, but any judgement – good or bad – is projection. (to be continued)
That’s my piece, and that’s my peace. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my silly words. It truly means the world to me. Carry on…