In the desert, an oasis
When your body’s tired and your spirit’s weary, where do you go to seek renewal? Sometimes I look for peace in quiet meditation or prayer. Very often, I find solace among my family and friends. But sometimes I escape to my oasis, which is what I did this past weekend.
Have you ever been to an oasis? A real one, that is? When my husband took me hiking in Andreas Canyon several years ago, I saw the metaphor right away.
In the middle of a scrubby wasteland, lush greenery rises from the desert floor.
An outcropping of boulders and palm trees forms a steeple above the oasis entrance.
Rustling vegetation and a burbling wellspring sing a convocation: Come in, come in…everyone’s welcome.
Until I witnessed it firsthand, I never could have imagined such a place existed. Surely this must be some of what the Israelites experienced when they reached the Promised Land! An oasis is a peaceful place in which to reconnect with nature. It’s also a spiritual refuge, offering each visitor a private benediction.
ETA: My heart (and my prayers) goes out to the victims of the devastating cyclone in Myanmar.