I walk several blocks and cross the main road of Taos to go to the grocery store. From the parking lot, I can see the mountains rising up toward sky and a sunset. The sight of them makes me feel safe, in the presence of something large. How great that a grocery store has such a view, I think. On the way back, I meet one of my fellow artists here. We walk down our dirt road, and she stays to have a glass of wine. We sit on my little front porch. The evening is cool, though the day has been hot. We talk about Taos, the characters we’ve met, the friends we’re making, yoga, the art scene in LA and Santa Fe, the economy here, the drugs, the intricate culture of Hispanic, Anglo, and Native. We talk about God. Is there one? We drink wine and eat cheese and crackers, and the evening begins to darken around us. The hummingbirds who have commandeered the feeder buzz us every once in awhile. We hear the sounds of neighbors talking, pulling garbage cans to the curb because sound travels so far here. Night is upon us, and we part, and I walk into my casita feeling rich. I don’t sit on the porch and talk with neighbors in Houston. It’s too hot. We’re all too busy or have to catch the news. I don’t have news here, unless I summon it up on the radio or internet.
Have you ever lived some place slow and easy? That’s how it is here. My other life is on a shelf right now. I know this won’t last, that I’m in a bubble the artist’s residency has created for me. I’ll be picking my other life up soon, but it feels so good to be soothed by a slower pace and caressed by the sweet ending of a day.
I love the pictures you post with your comments. So reflective of the subject–peaceful, calm, cool. I had a similar utopian experience while a visiting professor in Toronto, Ontario in 1992. Beauty even with blizzards and ice. A marvelous experience away.
Karleen, I too live in Texas (San Antonio) and I understand your comment about the heat stopping most outside socializing. I used to live in San Francisco and that is like a different planet.
The desert is another special place. Beautiful and very spiritual . Different places have their own living auras, I think.
Judith Schara Caldwell
Soft and beautiful post…thank you for sharing your wonderful Taos space with me every week through your blog…