Through all these years of turmoil and change, the Santa Fe Indian Market has persisted.
Burning to prevent burning produces unwelcome results… even in the face of wildfires, we may do our forests a favor by leaving them alone.
Life gets pretty boring for a lone dog like Pip, especially now—it is so hot and the hiking trails are so crowded we don’t go there much.
As always with a big new project, the day of reckoning comes at last.
The wisdom of old age: to stay and savor, rather than leaving to experience more.
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.
We don’t know how to behave in the woods.
I believe in books printed on paper, and a lot of others do too.
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.