Yeah, Nevada…home of endless desert, the Nuclear Test Site, craggy brown mountains, and hot hot Summers.
But the oases are there if you look for them.
Today, I’m in Boise, Idaho. I drove the length of Nevada and into Idaho on Saturday, and stopped along the way to get pictures like this.
I drive because driving fills my soul. It’s cathartic…and as the miles roll by, they become my moving mental oasis.
In Boise, I dedicate my time twice a year to meetings as a member of a board of directors for a non-profit organization.
It’s one of about 4 boards of directors I’m on. I don’t do it because I enjoy tedious meetings, and financial reports. I do it because it’s worthy work, and I am fulfilled by contributing.
Recently I removed myself from a board of directors. I thought the work was worthy, the vision clear, and the results contributory. I thought I was helping to create an oasis for peers to build their reputation. Instead it began to tear away at my reputation. The oasis became a quicksand quagmire. Drinkable water there became tainted.
Luckily, I’m not alone. We never really are.
Comrades have joined me arm-in-arm to create — not find — but construct, a new oasis. We’re determined. We have big, level-headed, altruistic plans. In intense collaboration, the foundation is quickly being laid, and fresh water is flowing in…abundant and clean-tasting.
In my driving wanderlust, I enjoy the serendipity of discovering the surprise oasis.
How much greater the joy of an oasis designed through steadfast relationship and shared with honorable intentions.