under the spell of new mexico gold

  Something magical has been spreading across New Mexico this September… I’ve never seen anything quite like it.     And I’m not the only one stunned by it. I go out each evening to walk and find, despite distressing world news, I’m smiling. And there’s many more...

we interrupt this summer to bring you….

  pathways….     and waterways… and walkways ….     we interrupt this summer to share meals… meditation… direction….     and glimpses of yesteryear….     … to share the welcoming of shelter …..     and expressions … of...

painting my way back to philmont….

  Over lunch, I had commented to my friend that I was shocked we hadn’t suffered any fires yet. The winter and spring had been worrisomely mild, and the winds had howled across April and May. And yet here it was one day from June and New Mexico had hardly suffered any...

why we leave new mexico….

  Every June I leave New Mexico ….   and I go to Oregon…     I make this annual journey from the parched mesas of the Southwest to the crashing waves of the Pacific Northwest in order to sleep. My annual pilgrimage to seaside slumber began about six years...