The bustle of Los Angeles was beginning to infest my mind. All day like rush hour traffic, my thoughts began to take over, each in honking to get my attention – the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beat up. We decided to escape to Joshua Tree, I had never been and thought what a perfect opportunity to do something spontaneous.
As we drove out of the city towards the desert I could already feel the relief descend.
I had no idea what to expect of Joshua Tree, but I was happy to discover that the little town was straight out of a western movie. We rented a rustic bungalow in the middle of nowhere, a couple miles down a dirt road. Exactly what I needed; no neighbors, no noise, no traffic. As I looked out around me, the arid land didn’tdeceive me, I knew there was more than enough critters, bugs snakes and small animals spying on me from their hidey holes.
The sun was due to set soon, so I spent some time preparing the food for the rest of the weekend, I had no intention to cook the entire time, although I do love spending time in the kitchen. I poured myself a Pellegrino and lime and went outside to take in the fresh air. A warm wind blew through the patio and with it, the wind took my egoic mind with it, if only for a short time.
It had been a long time since I had heard a silence like that of Joshua Tree. It’s funny that silence can speak to you, using no words, it conveyed its message very clearly. I needed a break from my phone, from the internet, and from the pressure I have become so eager to place on myself.
We spent the evening playing Rummy Cub Cards, of course the way my family played, rules that only vaguely resemble that of the actual game. But it has the kind of familiarity that brings me home.
The next day was spent eating delicious fresh foods and enjoying the distance between me and my regular life. That’s not to say that I don’t love my life, but I have found that a change in my location helps me to return to everyday life with renewed vigor. After what seemed like 100 games of cards played in candle light, so as not to attract the bugs and provide some romance, we set out a blanket on the cement right outside the bedroom. We sat in the pitch black of the night and drank kava tea while we stargazed.
Looking out into the night I thought of all the people that mattered most in my life, I decided that my mission upon my return would be to make more effort in my relationships with friends and family. What matters most is the people that you have in your life, because they each bring a unique magic that makes life interesting.