May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.
-- John O'Donohue
I am well into the west coast road trip, having begun May 24 from home in central Arkansas. This June 2 early Monday morning finds me ready to continue the western pull, after landing five days ago at my yoga sister Connie's amazing digs in Sandia Park, outside Albuquerque, New Mexico.
I'm on her PC and the photos, such as they are, aren't copying for me, so no images with this blog (yet).
Many wonderful things have come and gone...here is the tip of the iceberg --
~ my little Kurma Avatara camper is performing admirably
~ enjoying having the intense storms do no more than nip at my *heels*/tires as I cruised through OK and the Panhandle of TX
~ wonderful folk who helped make the first nights of camping easeful and enjoyable
~ Palo Duro Canyon, TX where I had my first wonderful and extensive cycling pleasure
~ the beauty of the back roads and mostly avoiding freeways so far
~ five fun restful days at the home of artist friend and long time yoga sister, Connie, who I first met when we both lived in San Francisco and she was a clothing designer doing her art on the side (now she does her art and makes clothes [for herself] on the side)
~ being a part of the commencement of the 4-day Longdance and meeting about 50 of Connie's friends who participate in this special native ritual on consecrated land with a beautiful kiva and sweatlodge
~ meeting delightful cyber friend and sangha sister Mary, who lives in Santa Fe; she invited me into her home for a night and we enjoyed communing while I got the "cook's tour" of Santa Fe
~ rendezvousing with Connie for lunch and to experience the wonderful soul/gospel group Zenobia Sunday afternoon in Santa Fe
~ enjoying the Georgia O'Keefe Museum before leaving Santa Fe
~ relishing ice cream on a hot Sunday afternoon at the Jezebel Gallery and Soda Fountain in Madrid (MA-drid, like the "ma" in man) as we returned to Connie's
~ loving the lights and shadows of this part of New Mexico
Now to pack (and try hard not to leave a trail of forgotten things) and continue my journey on the back roads toward Arizona and then California.
Dry and humid
(New Mexico and Arkansas)
Level and lopsided
(The parked camper)
Hot and cold
(New Mexico sun and dry ice)
Pain and pleasure
(My achy body and joyful heart)
Confusion and understanding
(Words and maps).
I continue to experience
joy and its opposites.
In equal portions?
Not a chance --
I bathe in joy,
but I don't shun its opposite.
I encourage hope
but I recognize despair.
I enjoy the light, bright state
of Beingness in the
Here and the Now.