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The desert has a way of quieting things. Phones lose signal. Conversations slow. The sky stretches wider than whatever worries you carried with you when you arrived. A few weeks ago we drove north through New Mexico, eventually crossing into the red earth of Monument Valley. It’s one of those landscapes you feel like you already know before you arrive — the kind of place that lives in movies, photographs, and the collective imagination of the American West. But standing there

The desert feels different here. Softer. Quieter. Like everything has been gently turned down. We came out to Abiquiu without much of a plan—just a few days to slow down, create, and be around people that feel like home. But if I’m being honest… I didn’t come here full. I came here depleted. The past few months had been a lot. Constant movement. Constant output. Always thinking about what’s next. And somewhere along the way, I stopped feeling connected to what I was creating.