I have a long standing kinesthetic relationship with fibers—I like to touch. It feels elemental, like something from another lifetime. Knitting, crocheting, reverse applique, embroidery, needlepoint, weaving, and sewing—I’ve dabbled in them all.
What Used to Be
It occurred to me the other day as I stepped past this patch of alfalfa on my land, how I often take for granted so much of what went before. Horses and cattle all love alfalfa, particularly when it is flowering.
Support for the Arts
Anna got a call the other day from Pam Jackson who lives in Albuquerque. She and her friend, Carla Sanchez, were coming to Truchas and Pam had something for Anna. Would Anna be around? Yes, indeed she would.
Why Move From New Jersey to New Mexico?
What is a woman from the suburbs of New Jersey doing in a remote Hispanic mountain village? Living her dream, of course!
Simply Scrumptious Poppy Seed Cake Recipe
This is not a recipe sent in by a reader. In fact it is one I’ve been making since way back in my hippy days. Yes, folks, I used to be a hippy. Oh, those were the days! Grateful Dead concerts, making music, and cooking… yes, I used to cook!
Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet: The Eighth Letter
I had not been aware of Rilke’s “Letters to a Young Poet” until a friend recently made reference to them. This, the eighth letter, is a stunning piece of writing. Of course Rilke’s brilliance always shows itself in the thoughts he had, beautifully expressed here.
Saying Goodbye
Nearly as quickly as I had arrived, it was time to leave the island—very bittersweet to be sure. I was reminded of my teenage years when the end of the summer would come around and we would drive away from the beach for the last time that year. It was always, always hard to go and this leaving was no exception.