I could say “Natives,” but that doesn’t quite capture it. It’s more about spirituality, and respect for same, which simply doesn’t exist in most of the other places I’ve lived.
Last Friday night there was a very sad accident on Cerrillos Road in Santa Fe. At around 9:00 p.m., a 34-year-old driver (possibly drunk and [...]
Ah, February…
Yes folks, another “real Taos” video from FarrFeed. This time I added an improvised resophonic bouzouki soundtrack, and I mean improvised–hadn’t touched it in weeks, no warm-up. For this go-around, I was only testing the mic placement and levels, but the test recording fit just fine in more ways than one, I think you’ll [...]
“Hi fella, how you doin’?” said the smiling silver-haired man as he approached, carrying a clipboard. A pencil stub dangled from the clip, attached with a piece of string. Grasping the stub, his hand hovered over the printed form flapping in the breeze as he eyed the black-and-white plate on the rear bumper and inquired, “Where you from?”
First the breathing:
Ever since I started pouring warm salt water into my nose with the Neti pot, it’s like I’m finally breathing through the goddamned thing. My nose, not the pot. (I must have been stopped up for decades.) Tonight I told my wife, “Hey wow, I can actually take a deep breath through my [...]
My God! I was frozen in place. The warm, still summer night was charged with absolute terror, at least for me, hiding behind a tree. All I could do was watch as what was now obviously a police car of some sort slowly approached a lane that would bring it right into the clearing in front of my tent. Suddenly I had a stupidly happy thought: maybe it was just the sheriff, checking up on us. He’d been around once before and seemed friendly enough, if a bit suspicious. Please God, let it be the sheriff, I thought. The car was almost at the lane! As it passed through a patch of moonlight just below me I could clearly see the big — blue — PLYMOUTH! An Arkansas state trooper!
It all started with a concert performance of Janáček’s Sonata for Piano and Violin. Hoo, boy.
My wife had been practicing for months and rehearsing all week. The key to what turned out to be a magnificent success this past weekend turned out to be her talent, focus, incredibly hard work, and, in her own words, [...]
I said before we came that I wanted to live somewhere that Nature dominated man, and not the other way around. I have to say we hit the jackpot on that score, even if it drives me crazy sometimes just how rough this place really is. The rest of the time I walk around pretty much stunned by the surrounding landscape and the sky. A lot of people here feel that way, I imagine, when they’re not broke or freezing to death.
If you do somehow make it back to where people believe in shopping at the mall, it’ll be so boring, you’ll O.D. on prescription drugs or open a little bookstore and starve to death. Besides, you can do all that right here and save on gas. We have a Walgreen’s now, so you can buy your pills and booze to wash ‘em down with right up until closing time.
And now for something different, another side of Helen. Not to impress everyone with my outrageous depth and sensitivity, although that would be fine, but because it’s about time. It also occurs to me that maybe it really is. About time.
The boy in that photo below didn’t spring out of nowhere. She who gave me [...]
Fortunately, my mother threw me out of her house last year — otherwise, I might have gotten upset yesterday. And of course, I promised my brother I wouldn’t write about this. [sigh...] Well, there goes another one. It’s all grist for the art mill, baby, no time to lose!
There I was having my 5 o’clock [...]
Great God, out of the blue (?), another freaking black rage of a depression! Oh, noes! [Wait a minute, it's okay. This is a killer piece, and it has a SOUNDTRACK to play while you're reading. In fact, I think I'll listen again!]
The vision is pounding in my soul this morning. There’s nothing else I care about. Politics and environmentalism are simply useless, the blogosphere irrelevant. Find yourselves a place to make a stand together with your neighbors — not defensively or chased by fear, but happily and focused in the present, listening to the Earth. Almost none of us can do this, frankly, which is why we need to sing our song so someone might remember.