Okay, I thought to myself, something is definitely wrong with this picture. I’d put it off as long as I could and it was finally time to go grocery shopping. And I was dreading it. You see there are no grocery stores in Truchas so I either shop in Taos, Espanola or Santa Fe, depending on what I’m needing. Today would be a Santa Fe day, 40 minutes away, and I was dragging my feet as I always do.
And that’s when I realized I seriously needed an attitude adjustment. I mean people come from all over the world to go to Santa Fe and to drive the High Road and this is my grocery shopping route! I should be clicking my heals and jumping for joy at my good fortune. So I grabbed some CDs and my camera and headed out to document my trip to the grocery store for those of you who aren’t as lucky as I am. And you all helped me to see, to really SEE, just how lucky I am.
Music and wind from the open window filled the car. The sun shown across the canyon as I headed down the mountain, me singing and, for once, taking my time with this errand. I didn’t speed. I wasn’t anxious with slow cars ahead of me. I just took it all in—this place I am privileged to be.
I finished shopping, enjoying the drive back up the mountain as much as the drive down, and arrived in Truchas in time to have a margarita at the gallery with Craig. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, a gorgeous, unexpected thunder storm swept in, freshening everything with glorious rain.
I headed home and the dogs and I walked a ways out in that sweet drizzle and got back to the house just before the sky broke open, to unpack groceries, watch the lightening and feel the thunder rumble through the earth. And I have to say, it really is a miracle I’m living here. Even the errands are spectacular when I make myself available to their magic.
Love to you all,