The meditation was interesting.
The desert was made of yellowish rock (not sand), but didn't have any loose rocks larger than what fit in the palm of my hand. Bright blue sky. Tossed a rock and saw some bugs scurry away. The most distinct feature was a dead tree. The raven landed on a branch, cawed at me, then flew down and came up to me, cawing again, as if curious.
Every day is the same I've already been bothered by it, but I've done what I could to prepare for my next step (maybe I overlooked something, but I have done everything I can at the current stage to my knowledge). I'm ki