It’s a bit cold here in our desert but we are soothed by its stillness and quietness.  Our hearts are gladdened by the brillance of the sun.  It beckons Sheba and I out the door and down that yellow brick road.  It is not always paved with gold nor lined with friendliness.

We try to take things in stride – brave the chill, the rudeness and mean shouts behind our backs.  We try not to respond in kind. But I did hold up evidence that we are responsible dog and dog owner.  We pick up after ourselves.  So what is your problem that you bang on your window and send your kids out to scream at us?

No matter.  My temperature did not rise.  I did not come undone.  And there was a friendly witness who gave us smiles and Sheba many pats on the head.  Jesus came to rescue us in the desert.  He helps those who help themselves.

I am buoyed by my new found calmness. The hard work has paid off.  I am nearing four weeks of practicing being in my body, in the now, accepting things as they are.  My uncertainties and fears have lessened.  I tremble no more.  I am recovering parts of myself lost along life’s highways and byways. I will be finished the course when I come out of the desert.  How sweet it is – NOW.