Growing up in suburban Long Island, I generally hated Christmas with its cold, miserable weather, artificial indoor heat, its frantic buying and giving and of presents, and the gluttonous meals.
Some years ago, I went off to the California desert to spend time alone in a place called The Galaxy Motel. There was no one around for miles except the stoned couple who managed the motel from their house a few hundred yards away. I loved being alone. I hiked; I had lucid dreams. And I felt wonderful. I felt more myself than I ever had.
For Christmas I treated myself to a few days in a motel with spa and swimming pool in Palm Desert. The month alone had somehow changed my energy. I found myself reacting more warmly, more easily with other people than I ever had before. Our Christmas feast consisted of canned tuna fish, which we ate in someone's room in our bathing suits. The simplicity was wonderful!
Causes Maria Espinosa Supports
Amnesty International, KPFA, anything to ameliorate homelessness and to make shelters more livable