Am I willing to give up what I have in order to be what I am not yet? Am I able to follow the spirit of love into the desert? It is a frightening and sacred moment. There is no return. One’s life is changed forever. It is the fire that gives us our shape.
We traveled across the US, from North Carolina to California, where we would depart for Japan. We made it an extended road trip, stopping wherever we pleased. Graceland, Cadillac Ranch, The Smithville Tenessee Jamboree, etc. Dan had just gotten done with a field training exercise with the Marines and was covered with violently red, raised poison ivy rashes on both thighs. We would drive all day in stiflingly hot temperatures, and each night we would stop at a hotel where I would douse him with Calamine Lotion. He went to the ER twice in that time, but never really complained. By the time we reached Utah, he had finally begun to recover. It was a really exciting time, preparing to move to a new country, just completely buoyed by the potential of it all.
We stopped for a couple weeks in Utah, where we roamed around the desert and for once, had no responsibilities. We saw movies, went hiking, took naps and just counted down the days until our flight to Okinawa.