Words are not flowing these days. There is no water flowing within my view, it is a time of drought. Here are some pictures to let you know where I am and what I am doing and feeling and thinking...
Pyramid Rock, outside of Gallup, New Mexico. Lev was here for a week in between Morocco and Egypt and look where we found ourselves! But there was no River Nile.
Magnolia is parked under a tree next to my friend Sherry's house in Santa Fe.
I love New Mexico. I don't know the origins of their state license plate motto "the Land of Enchantment," but I agree. The landscape is paying attention, alert to every nuance and remembering everything. I am hungry to walk across these open expanses, climb to that high place, crawl into that cave, explore that green mesa over there; touch, feel, move, breathe in, sing, wonder, wander...
This is Ophelia who Sherry has been fostering since she was born. She was with us for a week. I miss her open dreaming heart. Her name for me is "Rubeer."
Sherry and I roasted a whole bushel of these chillis. She freezes them with the skins on and then we peel them and eat them. Edible New Mexico sun, with salt on a tortilla with cheese, hmmmm...
The postal worker said that he was sure Obama would win New Mexico. He said that "people were sick of everything." Beginning to dream now, of returning to a more grounded-in-place life, of living and working among people, a non-intentional community of souls, loving, alive, dreaming, singing, celebrating Earth, coming home.
2 comments:
Hi dear vaga-friends- I love reading your missives and I hope we're on your itinerary for when you get to CA. Welcome any time, and there's plenty of room for big Maggie under the curly willow tree.love you all==Daniel and Cheryl
beautiful images of you earthlings and the new mexico earth! thank you!
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