It should come as no surprise to you that the desert is one of my favorite environments to spend time in. It has also occurred to me that many people seem to view the desert as a barren, undesirable wasteland to be avoided or merely used as a metaphor for hard times in life or for existential struggle. They do not seem to see the intense beauty that is there all around, waiting to be noticed.
If you are among these people, I would encourage you to spend some time in a desert with someone who does see its beauty. Then, return again on your own after you have been introduced, to listen and look. You may be surprised what you find.
To me the call of the desert is a still-small voice in the wilderness. It can't be heard until you shut out the noise, silence your inner commentary, and turn off or leave behind the modern "conveniences" of smartphones and technology. If you sit in silence and see, the desert will call to you in a way no other place can. And once you've heard its call you won't ever be able to ignore it again.
The West is rich with stories of people who left behind civilization to spend their days in the desert at a homestead, ranch, or mine. While many of them abused the land out of ignorance, greed, or mere necessity, many of them also had a fierce appreciation for the stark beauty and solace afforded by the desert. It created in them a desire to leave behind urban buzz & clatter and separate themselves to the desert so they could spend their lives listening to what the desert had to say.
I know that while many of you may not be among those who have heard the call of the desert, for those of you who have, may these images be a postcard from home while you are sojourning in a faraway land.
“I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince