The wisdom of old age: to stay and savor, rather than leaving to experience more.
Blog Posts about New Mexico
The last few days have brought me into contact with four extraordinary people… this seems amazing.
In times like this, I’m grateful that—so far—Santa Fe has been spared, and perhaps the closing of our neighboring national forest will prevent disaster.
The Horsetooth Corn will grow vigorously to remind us all that fertility, growth and abundance is still possible.
I believe in books printed on paper, and a lot of others do too.
It has become clear that saying, “Come, Sweetie” in a treble voice may work with your lover but not with your canine. Actually it probably doesn’t work with either.
I am blessed to have, in my life, several sanctuaries, one of which I am able to visit daily, the others at least once a week.
I have been thinking about faith, manifested in two of its aspects in Taos: The Penitente Morada behind Mabel’s house, and the nearby graveyard.
I believed that this hillside I walk past every day would remain desolate, the first evidence in my life of global warming.
By now we all know that the discrimination that afflicts one group afflicts all of us.