excerpt from a letter dated September 13, 1996
...The desert has been one hot place this summer. I guess
all of Southern California was, but wow! up here it seemed relentless,
the very worst summer in the ten or eleven years we have been here. Now
today, almost suddenly it is windy and chilly, sweater weather. Maybe
that's why, after all, I am attracted to the desert, the shifts and changes,
the contradictions and the richness and the drabness. You never know,
but you can be pretty sure that there will be lots and lots of blue and
bliss! Today--grayness and blustery over confidence.
...I guess my life has become very simple and very basic up here. My meditation
is just being here, at one with rocks and stones and trees and sky and
yuccas and animals, birds, reptiles and wind. That's about it for me.
Well, true, I sometimes get bored, but being with one's boredom is very
much part of the dilemma, isn't it? Very much part of one's spiritual
progress. It is only by going into and through boredom that one can see
the other side, the farther shore.
Now I go. I hear an airplane overhead. I am going out and raise my fist
at it. This is no place for airplanes. (Actually it turned out to be four
helicopters, big gun ships. So I was about to get out my bazooka, but
then I remembered I don't have one. So. Anyway they've gone now.)
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