I woke to a beautiful white Christmas this morning (as I understand many of you did). I took a walk and wanted to share this Christmas experience with you. Wishing you all a very merry, peaceful, Christmas, filled with love and your own personal magic.
Christmas Eve in New Mexico
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.
The Riches of the Poor
No matter our circumstance, we can create and be a part of beauty whenever we choose. Our hearts can be filled by the abundance of this life. And, when we can do that, it can be Christmas every day of the year.
Christmas in Santa Fe
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.
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.
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.
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