We’re experiencing a shift in wind that’s coming from the dryness of the desert in the east instead of the moisture from the ocean to our west. I’m happy to say my mind is less moist. I feel like myself again. Who knew that the sea air would affect me so much, and that aridity would be welcome?
“Where is she present? Where can you feel her, where can you find her? She walks the deserts, woods, oceans, cities, in the barrios, and in castles. She lives among queens, among campesinas, in the boardroom, in the factory, in the prison, in the mountain of solitude. She lives in the ghetto, at the university, and in the streets. She leaves footprints for us to try for size. She leaves footprints wherever there is one woman who is fertile soil.” —Clarissa Pinkola Estés