I absolutely love how you open up the possibility of finding companionship and counsel with people we don’t yet (or never will) know. I was just having a discussion over on Facebook this week, where I identified some of the women I consider “kindred spirits” and vital companions in my journey: Anne Lamott, Sue Monk Kidd, Kathleen Norris, etc. I’d also place folks like Alanis Morrissette, Over the Rhine, Natalie Maines, Rosie Thomas, etc. in that same camp. Ok, ok, obviously the people who speak to me have a common thread- whether through memoir, lyrics, even fictional accounts, I find companionship in the midst of artists who wield words. Sometimes we definitely need a warm body, a soft shoulder, a deep hug…but other times it’s more than enough to find ourselves in the throes of compelling and relatable narrative…
.-= lauren martin gauthier´s last blog ..Sunday =-.

And…I would wonder if the binary of in the camp or outside of it is the only way. Sometimes the desert pervades even the most lush of terrains. The grit of the sand shows up in unexpected places. And its warmth, courage, and solace may befriend you in ways you don’t expect. Either/or is most-often our default, but not our only choice.

May the desert provide you its vast and immeasurable wisdom in these dry and lonely spaces.