This picture is from the heart of Nevada.
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.
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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.
CourVO
