Amazing to see the way friends and strangers here in Santa Fe do more than “adapt” to the virus—they make hay out of it.
The Good News
We’re learning—in small towns, in countries, in continents—the lessons we desperately need if we are going to survive… not only this crisis, but the far greater looming crisis of global climate disruption.
Dancing for the New Year
I’ll be dancing in the New Year—out with the old, in with the new, and hope springing eternal.
Christmas Eve in Santa Fe
The ritual of planting candles to light the way to church for midnight mass on Christmas Eve was brought first to Mexico by the conquistadores.
Spring Chickens
They are so beautiful, the young people—from press photos, largely young women—who marched through the streets of our cities and towns Saturday demanding crisis responses to climate change.
Spanish Market and the Triumph of Craft
These staring female saints, these progressing pilgrims, are as far as can be imagined from the images in European churches—or even in the “white” churches of the northeast.
Burning the Forest
What is it in men that delights in lighting fires?
Nearly Lost
The first issue, of course, is to level the playing field so that women have the same opportunities for education and performance as men.
The Work of Rose B. Simpson: Woman Warrior
Rose Simpson’s warrior women become women of flesh and blood… this is a fearsome prospect for some, maybe many, women.
The Welcoming of Friends
Over the twenty-seven years I’ve lived in Santa Fe, many people have come and many people have gone.