Silently, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. Surrounded by thunderstorms off in the distance, the fragrance of rain on the air, I raised my glass and toasted the life I didn’t yet know.
The Trading Post Cafe, Taos, NM for the Holidays
The other day Anna and I decided we just had to get away, so we headed to our favorite restaurant in Taos, The Trading Post Cafe and of course it was spectacular.
Finding Grace Through Rest
“The pillows supporting your back tell you it’s okay/ to spend two days a month on the sofa/ Its soft red curves remind you the world has this way
of moving itself along without your toil… This is rest. This is ease. Maybe even grace…”
Puzzling Myself Back Together Again
I wrote about experiencing a sort of shattering when I first arrived in Truchas. So I’ve been picking through the land, gathering up the pieces, assembling them into a new pronouncement of me.
Where Do You Belong?
I was born an artist and I think, by nature, most artists are different. We seem to be wired for the lives we must live in order to make our art. I finally quit trying to push my square-peg self into the always-round hole…
How Do You Know?
I have a secret to tell you: living your dream isn’t everything you think it will be. It isn’t, necessarily, the final or the whole answer. I think I thought living every day as a working artist, was it. But, in fact, it was just the beginning.
Wishing You Peace
We are taught, in our culture, that the holidays are about buying; getting and giving. But I wish this for all of us: Remembering our loved ones and the times we’ve spent together. THINGS don’t make up a life, as I know you all know. Love makes a life.
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