Albuquerque, NM

Thank you for the rain. Thanks for the lady customer who met me at the Post Office and helped me re-align my perspective of my day. Thanks for supplements that can bring a aching and inflammed knee to practically no pain. Thanks for the time to walk barefoot in my yard and water those new plants I got yesterday. (It was a very short and windy rain). Thanks for the eggplant seedling that was left for dead at the store and who now is growing again. I just discoverd it actually is two plants. Thanks for sales on stuff I want. Thanks for the cooler weather between very hot days. Mornings have been refreshing, and the evening cool down some too. Thanks for the natural gentle breeze that visit my bedroom every night all summer long. No need for a fan!

Thanks for friends. Thanks for the lunch out yesterday. Thanks for the swim tomorrow. Thanks for new streams of income. Thanks for being able to pay bills. Thanks for being able to give stuff to Pat. Thanks for the free children’s books that I gave to the neighbor for her younger nephew. Thanks for time to write. Thanks for this blog. Thank you readers.

You may have noticed that I mentioned lots of littler things. I am thankful for my old car that keeps running. Small things fill our day. The more we can enjoy the events, like the light framed my a wooden frame old window gazing upon adobe building with tree shadow dancing.
That moment alone in the Anazi Inn, waiting for a friend to arrive, where the cool air and elegant decor erased the heat wave blasting. That moment where my eyes drew a masterpiece, timeless with adobe whisphering old stories about wanderers from the past. Santa Fe always filled with travellers who accidentally sip the magic of this transcendental place. Awakened some even rest rom the hustle and bustle of trade. Light through the window, and an old adobe wall: the same and always changing. My fingers ached to draw. I gave a prayer of thanksgiving. I felt humbled to be witness to moment now and eternal.

Lunch was good too. A few blogs ago, I wrote about the lady who loved horses. In Santa Fe people are occassionally inducted as our living treasures for the noteworthy days contributed over many years to our community. I think horses are living treasures too. Along with rusty orange irises that bloom after all the others have passed. Enjoy these picturesfrom Cynthia Decosta’s ranch. Also go read the earlier blog about her thoughts and her ranch.

Look up Santa Fe Living treasures and meet the wonderful people who have and many still do weave the town’s culture and lore.

As I have a lot more to catch up on, I’ll leave you sitting upon the plaza listening to the summer music in the fresh evening air. A liitle rain will make the aroma fill your lungs with joy. Clear out your calendar too, as the Santa Fe Chamber Music Festival is about to Begin. Come one and come all. The Santa Fe Opera will have the city on fire and fairly crowded too. People from all over the world travel here for opera each year. Give yourself time for an early dinner or fine wine afterwards with some…and if you come to this neck of the woods and want some personal guide ideas….write me here so that we may connect.