|Bull Elk and the Sangre de Cristos|
I arrived Salida with a new little travel garden and a box of Quaker oatmeal strewn all over the inside of La Perla. The tomato, basil and cabbage plants were thanks to Kizzen in Crestone. The oatmeal blizzard thanks to the stutter bumps in the San Luis Valley. I sit with the realization that I've hit the high (as in north) point of this book tour. My final scheduled book event is tonight at the Book Haven before I head south for Prescott AZ, where I'll settle in for a few months.
|Storm and Shadow: San Luis Valley|
|Dancing Raven Cabin|
|The Guardian and I|
The guardian tree still protected the energy and the beings that pervaded place. I moved indoors at Lisa's invitation. My little cabin was beauty-full. The space moved me to tears. A deep part of me was in awe that I had created such a space in place. It was as if I'd never left. The cabin had the same arrangement, right down to the kitchen counter, woodstove, even my bed, built high so as to lay back, write and look out for miles. We sat on the deck and talked of the land; I showed her where my medicine wheel had been, and stepped into the little guest cabin on the distant hill. I could see Fyre snorting from the corral, now dilapidated; hear his high-stepping prance through the rabbit brush. I watched as Cinnamon Bear disappeared into the woods. It was all there. Every memory of my soul-stretching years.
Completion. As I turned to go I noticed a peony bush by the spring pool I had created so many years ago. It was forest green with a plump bud on top. Grandma! This was her bush I had transplanted from an Iowa farm to Boulder to Dancing Raven. And there it was, 17-years later, with one bloom as big as the world. I'll send you a picture when it blooms, offered Lisa. I'd appreciate that, I said.
I walked down the two-track to my bike, feeling as full as could be. I began to peddle up the gravel road when a 5-foot bull snake glided onto the road ahead of me. I stopped the bike. It was the second lengthy snake in as many days. Valley Magic. I'd almost stepped on the first one, startling me as I hiked along the Sangres, lost in the memory of a loving compliment I'd been paid by Kizzen. It had something to do with wildness, honesty and my ability to be a catalyst for change in others' lives. We'd laughed tears when she said, "You're the kind of woman who comes up the driveway and the man wants to lock the door." But it's really about our ability to be on this earth; to take in her presence with every sensuous breath. To shed skins. Move towards true purpose.
Sometimes we must be content with the bud, left to imagine the bloom.