revealing the open pages of my wallet

It’s all in a book, a little bigger than my palm.   When I shared The Book with an acquaintance, her voice fell silent as she slowly turned and considered the pages.     “I feel,” she said in a near whisper, carefully turning each page . . .  ...

where art lives . . . .

  What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. ~ John Updike     Who doesn’t love venturing into an artist’s studio? Even I — myself an artist — love visiting other creative’s studios.     I delight in seeing the...

my hard new year heart

Walk along the Santa Fe River, and most of the year you’ll be walking in dust. Either that, or on pavement. I don’t know if its ever been a continually flowing stream, but I do know that human intervention has changed it considerably from what it once was....

of walking meditation

Has it really been a month since I hiked off the trail?   ‘Seems impossible that one month ago today I was lying in a tent on a frosty morning deep in the northern Vermont woods 5 miles from Canada….     As I said, my thoughts these past...

lost and found in the [un]real world

Last year when I came crippled off my backpacking journey, I left the trail two weeks earlier than planned. The frugal thing to do would have been to change my travel plans and return promptly home to New Mexico. Fourteen days earlier and just five days into my Long...