Desert Rose

The grounds here at the MiraMonte Resort in Palm Springs are immaculate. There is an herb garden in one area, a variety of plants with blooming flowers scattered around, and the gardeners are constantly trimming, raking, and watering to keep things looking good. I guess anything will flourish with constant care even here in this arid climate.

Sometimes I feel arid like this desert - as though nothing will grow here. But today I feel completely inspired as though something is blossoming inside me. My creative spirit has been nurtured this week. There is something blooming here...and there...and within. I don't know what yet, but I feel it sprouting.

Tonight is my last night in my lovely room in the desert. Tomorrow I will spend the day and night with Dad and family before heading back to Chicago on Saturday. I know Dad is looking forward to my visit; I could hear it in his voice yesterday when I called. I'm a little sad that the conference is over, it seems like it takes me a day or two to get into the rhythm of a conference like this. Yesterday I felt overloaded with information and today I wish it could go on for another week. I am fed and I am full and yet I want more.

Today I am thankful for hot and dry desert weather and for the many speakers I heard who so generously gave of themselves so that my roots could be fertilized. (I have no idea what I'm saying, all I know is I'm feeling pretty darned good.)