Every few years I find myself in the desert. Unintentionally, I, like a tumble weed, let myself roll along until my time there is done. As rocks become sand, each time a piece of me is left there. But leaving a piece of yourself behind is merely shedding heavy baggage. A wound bleeds before it closes, and inevitably scars. To me a scar is a gentle reminder of a time that used to be. So I got cut, I bled a little, I got dirt in it and it took a fucking long time to heal. But my bandages blew off in the wind and I left them behind me. Because sometimes you have to leave something behind in order to make room for a new blessing, a new gift, a new journey. Thank you to everyone who never cease to amaze me with endless kindness and endless courage in Joshua tree and pioneer town. Thank you for never judging me, and no matter how far off from the path I've strayed, thank you for always welcoming me home.