March 18, 2021:
Five or six years later that same friend introduced us. She said, "You'll love her! You like all the same music." And I do, and we did. We've been friends forty years.
Recently we drove her desert roads, just because. Borego Springs, the Salton Sea, the Ricardo Breceda sculptures. Although I grew up in this county, I know the area only poorly. I never had a friend with a car.
Desert roads are metaphors for our histories. Empty but full, where the fullness passes so quickly we can hardly take it in, so that our experience is mostly the emptiness.
Where do we go from here? Chaos, or community? Can't you see? On this and future Sundays?