I did not set out seeking Georgia as so many seem to do. I just went on a hike with friends. It didn’t occur to me until days later that we were in Georgia O’Keeffe’s White Place.
Hiking Close to Home
And then, standing in that crisp desert air, the sound of a hawk sliced the sky. We looked up to see the redtail circling majestically above us…
Rocks Rock!
… to say I was compelled is putting it mildly. It was almost as though an innate part of me, an ancient part of me, knew that the rock held some essential truth in it I was meant to find. The stories of the Earth are written there in crystal, fossils, obsidian, minerals… what part of that was meant for me?
Shameless Promotion (and there’s a prize!)
Truchas is a place away, a time away. It is steeped in history and a deep heritage. It is simply a beautiful, peaceful place to be.
Retreat!
… turn that long, painful look inside to the feelings generated within us by what we see–because those feelings we can do something about. Those we can heal. But we don’t get to heal things that are outside of us.
Ah, Life! Blessed Life…
Those of us who grow do so by developing our moral imaginations and expanding our carrying capacities for pain and bliss…” Mary Pipher, New York Times
Be Kind to the Suffering
My life has been perfectly imagined into being, likely by the child I used to be, toddling on the beach with my Great-Grandma Casson, herself an artist—a painter and a songwriter. So I guess my wishes have come true, many of them. I just didn’t notice them when they did.
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