The Unbranded Self
Why is inspiration scary?
Thousands of Saguaro cactus stood thorny and tall against the blue sky as I drove down the mountain toward Phoenix. I marveled knowing that the largest of them contained upwards of 1,000 gallons in water. Each plant was a reservoir hidden in plain sight, a free-standing oasis in a bone-bleached land.
My hand was out the window.
It was dancing on the for…
