No desert within

Sunday, March 30^th (in transit)

Driving through the desert

We leave Baker City, Oregon for the last day of driving home. My son is driving and passes me his iPhone so I can read the New York Times. It is Easter Sunday and although I am not Catholic I read about the Pope’s message to the city and the world.  “How many deserts, even today, do human beings need to cross?! Above all, the desert within, when we have no love for God or neighbour, when we fail to realize that we are guardians of all that the creator has given us and continues to give us,” he admonishes. I have been in the desert. I have lived in the dust and the dryness. It is time to go home. I need to ensure that my heart is not a desert for others. I am grateful for the space my husband has created for me to connect to my family, to refuel my soul, to renew my spirit and to re-anchor my world. It has been good.