But signs and wonders are hidden here. I know this from prior visits.
In the broad expanse of seeming nothingness, an oasis springs from the desert floor.
Here, a place of dangerous exposure, yes, but also…refuge.
And unexpected beauty.
Here, a parched landscape, pockmarked with sharp rocks and thorny plants.
But also: bright flowers, butterflies and birds, not yet visible in that landscape.
I dipped my toes in the cool, clear waters of the oasis last weekend. I hiked its rocky trails. I basked in warm, bright sunshine of the desert, and drank deep from the wellspring of its promises.
Honey in the rock.
And I'm back at my desk this morning, peering out my office window. A mockingbird's singing his heart out, and my camellias are in full bloom. Finches fight for seed at the feeder, and the citrus trees are budding. Hold tight to those images, I tell myself: springtime is coming.