While hiking on a trail in Hawaii a few years ago, my daughter and I came to a stream that we had to cross. It was about eight inches deep and dotted with rocks, some round, some pointed, many submerged. It was precarious to cross the stream. There was no clear route. When my daughter… Read more »
My daughter and I needed a break from tedious trips to Staples and Best Buy. We drove to Mt.Shasta, just over the border into California, for a hike on a mountain trail. Alone on the trail, we decided to take off our shoes and gather some earth energy through our feet. Barefoot and… Read more »
The saga continues, but now it’s 1300 miles away on a horse farm in Ashland, Oregon. A few days ago, my daughter, who newly settled in Ashland in an apartment with only a blow-up mattress and a few blankets, suggested that I go there to check it out before settling in Santa Fe. Being such… Read more »
This morning I received a nasty comment regarding my blogs. It was a personal affront from someone who might have been an acquaintance. It stated that only someone who has the finances could have an such an adventure and have the luxury of talking about it. This person was angry and offended. This person… Read more »
I finally got to the Zen monastery today. But, as things are always different than what you expect, my experience was surprising. I drove two hours through fast food towns and construction to enjoy the last fifteen minutes of beautiful scenery before arriving at the monastery. Upon arriving, I was greeted by chickens roaming… Read more »
When asked why I am here, I first answered that I wanted to reinvent myself. But, that is not true. I want to reinvent my experiences, not me. I am not here to become someone else or to find myself. I am not lost. I am here to enjoy the adventure of learning and exploring… Read more »
I am learning so many things. I know how to pronounce the name of my street: Acequia Madre (ah-sayk-ee-yuh mod-ray). I know that the streets of Santa Fe are not a grid because they started out as horse trails. Santa Fe has 300 sunny days per year. Native American reservations are often called “pueblos” now…. Read more »
I feel like I am in a dream. This morning I went to the Farmer’s Market with a new friend. I bought a frog puppet and felt hand bag for my grandchildren and organic, herbal hand and foot creams for myself. We were going to take an African and Haitian dance class, but were too… Read more »
Last night I attended a writer’s meetup where we got together and wrote just for fun. You could read your writing out loud or pass. No pressure, no judgments, just writers writing. On my way home, I stopped at a local bar for dinner and to hear a Latin band. I bumped into a man… Read more »
On my first day in Santa Fe, I went to Whole Foods. I was taking it all in…noticing how the sign was so small that I drove past it, how the architecture blended in with the mountains, how people moved slower and seemed to be aware and considerate of each other. I walked past the… Read more »
