The Speed Project Reflections Pt. 1

When the opportunity arose for me to return to the Mojave’s arid, sacred lands - I heeded the call.

No hesitation or second guessing, but only a deep, intuitive knowing in my bones.

It was long overdue for me to return and be charred by its unforgiving sun and sanded down by its relentless wind, and baptised by its holy dust.

The Mojave has a way of humbly stripping and beating you down, layer by layer, until the truth is revealed.

Like a sidewinder snake shedding its skin, I knew that my time there would change me.

And it did.

Every mask, identity, story, trauma, emotional baggage, excess, unhealthy attachment, obsession, anxiety and unnecessary thought has no place in the Mojave.

Move with presence, respect and humility to survive - or perish. It’s simple.

The desert doesn’t have time for bullshit.

The desert doesn’t care if you live or die.

The desert doesn’t mince words.

The clarity it serves is raw and sometimes difficult to accept.

There’s no room for hesitation, no space for wasting the finite moments you’ve been given.

But for those who let its powerful magic work through you, a richer, fuller life awaits. One that is acutely connected to the primal nature of being alive and the fragile dance between life and death.

You are nothing but another speck of dust passing through, after all.

Thank you for the reminder, Mojave ♥️🏜️ and endlessly grateful for the opportunity to spend an unforgettable week there crewing The Speed Project for my dear friend Florah alongside the incredible Robin.