On Making the World Holy

or, rather, recognizing the preexisting holiness within it

It’s been five months since we packed up two cars with far-too-many-belongings, a bunch of plants, a confused dog and drove west across vast deserts, through deep canyons, and scraggly brush. We spent our first night in California in an airbnb just outside of Joshua Tree National Park, woke with the sun to enjoy locally ground beans beneath a cotton can…