During Lent of 2014, I escaped Los Angeles for the desert. It was not 40 days, but a three day journey into the belly of the whale. It was a sad time, honestly, filled with loneliness and attachment to distraction. I felt myself wanting to run back to the city and immerse myself in anything to take my mind off of myself and God and all that really mattered. But I did not give into the temptation to flee back to the parking lots and traffic jams. In the end, I found a bit of peace on top of a rock, and standing in front of an Ocatillo Cactus where the Colorado and Mohave Deserts meet. It was not a vision trip, or some peyote induced experience; rather, a moment in the middle of nowhere that invited me to dive inside and burn away the past.