I am sitting staring at a computer screen trying to think of something meaningful to say. But all that comes to me are these photos …
… because as much as some of us require and embrace solitude, the contemplative life, the still quiet of a high desert New Year’s morning, what do we have without each other?
Gathering wood today for cooking and warming fires is an activity as old, beautiful and essential as the ancient need was, up here in the high desert.
Christmas is not about hustle and bustle for me. I don’t have a list of things I must do. Instead I’m spending Christmas making Date Nut Bread and Sweet Cream Biscuits and Mincemeat Pie.
Many of you don’t live in New Mexico and these kinds of sweet, little, adobe neighborhoods, and tiny, winding, streets, aren’t available to you. I hope these photos will give you a sense of Christmas in Santa Fe.
My first thought upon taking the first bite of Kim’s Sweet Cream Biscuits was one of surprise. They are beautifully, subtly, elegantly sweet! And they are also filled with another flavor. How can I describe it? It is round and nutty–the flavor of baked butter.
I am walking my path, pursuing my dream, following my bliss, so I understand I’m incredibly lucky. And yet I’m also unsettled because this life is hard. Being an artist is hard. There. I’ve said it.