SEPTEMBER 2018. As I write this, I’m sitting on the back porch of a sweet li’l short-term rental jawn sitting at the southernmost part of Phoenix, Arizona. It’s at the foothills of the city, and we’re surrounded by mountain masses, beautiful cacti, and a night sky that has literally brought me to tears more than once already.
This quiet town is a welcomed slow-down from the two-week turn-up I enjoyed in California. Deschooling and other disruptive healing work was happening, and I was welcomed into homes and community gatherings in Inglewood, L.A., Long Beach, Lake Elsinore, and Upland.