A friend and I went to Taos the other night to take in The Lighting of Ledoux. Ledoux Street is one of the older areas of Taos, dotted with museums, galleries and artist’s studios, all open for the event.
A Christmas Wish
This poem, sent to me by a reader, offered me its fresh perspective. On the chance you, like me, have not yet put this thought into form, I’m passing the poem on to you.
Italian Roast Pork Loin (Porchetta)
“Some of my fondest memories of Italy are entering a trattoria from a cold and damp Winter street, to the warmth and smell of a porchetta turning slowly on a spit in front of a wood fire…”
A Christmas Memory
…Tender delicate pieces of living that could go unnoticed but for the stripped down pace we are so very lucky to live. One where the neighboring horses have come to expect our passing, where the dogs, once hungry, gallop alongside us in strength and health…
What Does It Mean to be an Artist?
My life demands something of me: Not that I be fearless but that, if I am afraid, I face it. It asks me to stand in the self-doubt and the fear, to get comfortable there, to know I am human and this is part of it, to have compassion.
Snow! More Snow!
I do know there is beauty wherever we are if we make ourselves available to it—in New York City, in Seattle, around a table where a meal is being shared… its everywhere.
A Christmas Card From Truchas, New Mexico
Wishing you all the peace of a country Christmas as you prepare for the holidays.
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