Monday, November 30, 2015

in love with a hard land

Everything it throws at me. Everything it teaches me. Everything holy I see, find, hold in my hand. Everything I return to the earth, grateful for the lesson learned.

(I've kind of checked out lately, as I wade through the soul-sucking process of sorting my mom's belongings. Learning things I never knew about her. Sometimes feeling I am violating such a private and intimate space. Giving up and then returning to the boxes and mountain of memories. And in the midst of it all, I spot a small, purple heart-shaped rock that falls from a box of her things.)

But on this late fall day, when the sun starts to set and the shadows lengthen along my mesa, I know why I continue to return to this place. It gives me hope. It makes me believe. It grounds me.

I am hopelessly in love with this crazy, wild land.

Friday, November 20, 2015



 (Stormy's habitat.)

The week started out with blue skies, long views, amazing finds, (more on that later), and temps in the upper 50's. But by the end of the week, things took a turn and the snow started to fall!

Never discouraged by a little weather, we headed out to the mesa the morning after the snowstorm.
Everything was blue and white. Serene. Peacefully frozen, for just a moment.

By the time we reached the mesa and found a passable road into the sage, the snow had disappeared and the wind picked up. My husband, the dogs, and I hiked across the sage flats, watched the next storm build, and found "Stormy", my newest little mesa-dwelling friend.

As I walked, low, dark clouds rolled in on the west side of the mesa. I stood in awe, felt the storm inch closer. The wind shifted. Snowflakes began to fall. Stormy and I made our way back to the truck, down the road, and off the mesa.

To be continued....

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

the path we take

Fall down on my knees mystical. Sometimes muddy. Always smelling of sweet sage. I love this life.