Patricia Harrelson

Being on the high desert east of the Sierra in January is a sensual feast: the quiet, the ever changing light, the cold crisp air, the soft wash of color, the texture of brush and bare-limbed trees, the steaming hot springs, the sulphur- laden air, the bird-filled marsh, and a nearly full moon. I’m taking it all in, filling my spirit with beauty and peace.

Walking. Writing. Reading. Resting.

Surely absorbing such beauty will buffer my immune system and ready me for the rest of my life.