Taos Re-Turn

The world just broke wide open. Again. I didn't have plans beyond Four Corners Colorado and my delicious stay with Babette. Granted, I had possibilities, like a return to Black Meadow Landing on Lake Havasu to party w/friends, kayak, hike n write; a dip to S. Arizona to stay and play with Em and Paul, and unexpected stops in between. But when my friend Jaap contacted me about house sitting for him this winter in Taos I was blindsided. Return to Taos?

You see, Taos is where my current book began. Where my married-self bid farewell, stepped into a motorhome for five years and proceeded to evolve into a life with a 4-wheel drive pick-up and a trailer fer me, Teak and Hobo. After solo ventures from Alaska to Mexico, I believed the sequel would end in Montana. Now, with the stealth force of out-of-the-blue, it will end as it began, in Taos.

The decision was not without angst. I am, after 14-months in Montana in a place called Happys Inn, in serious female-deficit. Connecting with friends along my route south was primo. Sitting around campfires with irreverent, clucking women was the top of my list. But a trip to Jaap's precious home, and meeting him, sealed the deal for winter along the Sangre de Cristos. Those of you who have read my books know what that means.

It means I'll search for my spiritual bearings in that magical place between the 13,000 feet Sangres and the bottom of the Rio Grande gorge. It means I'll stare across to sacred Taos Mountain on December 21st, the end of the Mayan calendar. And o yes, it means I'll soon trek up a familiar mountain path to get my come-up-uns with Grandmother Tree.

I am trading wolves, grizzlies and moose for a void as rich with potential as can be. May be they will follow me. Perhaps a badger will cross my path. All I know is that I'm packing my trailer and driving southeast. Back towards the cave at Ojo Caliente, across sage-laden mesas, to a calling rife with possibility.

As I wrote this morning in my journal:  "You and me... we are pure potential... let's cloak ourselves in joy and step into this day!"  I'm about to connect with old friends; to sit down at the table in a sweet, cozy sun room, put pen to paper, spirit to muse, and write a book. 

Blessed Be.