Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ray on Loss

I took in a good concert last Saturday, me and Steen. Our seats (non-seats) weren't so good. I went for Brandi Carlile and Steen has a Ray LaMontagne thing. Turns out I now have a Ray thing. I wish wish wish we could do it over. Be first in line, be in the front. I really want to see him again.
The good part was my time with my girl. So what that we ended up at BK (before concert's end) eating cold fries in exchange for use of their bathroom. Just part of the story.
Is loss kinda like that? At first you die to do it over. Then you sit back and see what really matters and discover you have a pretty good part. Or maybe you resolve that next time you will plan better and win all of it. I don't know. Just rambling on this 2nd day of summer.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

I can barely breathe. . .

She is amazing. Yes, please click on She.
All I can say is that if this lovely girl chooses to shine,
this world is in for a whole lotta brightness.
Stand in your power, Steen.

Thursday, June 16, 2011


. . . escaped to the city different

The flat topped mountain to the far right is Georgia O'Keeffe's Padernal.
"God told me if I painted it enough, he would give it to me."
This picture was taken on the Ghost Ranch property.

How can you not love a place with stores that look like this?

Breakfast: Pinon Nut Caramel and Get Happy tea

From my journal:
*This Santa Fe air makes everything clear. The conduit from heart to the place of spirit is crisp.

*Met a street people man today, his dog drew me in. Big spotted girl was standing on her hind legs, front paws on his chest. Her name was Bonnie Blue.

*An oldish dude was on the bench outside the food market. He wanted change. I know the rules. Gave him a dollar anyway. Wish I would have given him more. If it was going in his liquor fund, maybe he could have bought something finer than usual, had himself a happy Saturday night, felt one bit better about his lot.

*At the Plaza today a man was playing his Native flute, selling CDs. He only had two to choose from. One flute/piano, the other flute/drums. I asked if he would play samples for me on his flute. He did. Muy bien. I bought both + a tip. Buying Karma everywhere I go. . .

*I miss Bri here. She would have smiled over the petite cup of steaming hot Mexican white chocolate. I mailed her a postcard. Address: Stars So Far, Universe.

*Does anyone want to name their baby O'Keeffe? Please. . . I will freely, happily baby-sit O'Keeffe anytime.

*Maybe I can get a new dog. Yes. That's the ticket. I will name him Odyssey A. O'Keefee. I will find him, abandoned or lost somewhere. After a thorough, futile search for his family, I will claim him as mine and he will be happy about it. He'll need lots of neck scarf bandana things. He will have a dog blanket bed but can sleep with me too. I will make his food and bake his treats. I'll take him on road trips to the Land of Enchantment. I think he will love me to play Johnny Winter real loud.
~the end

her own little corner of the world

Thursday, June 2, 2011

across the universe

maggie is on her way. she is brave. i am lucky.
we don't know what lies ahead, only what is behind us.
you know how they say "leap and the net appears",
well, she did it.
i think it's going to be good.
she taught me that God is good, all the time.
still, it takes courage to leap.
i will gladly be a net.

we can't return, we can only look behind from where we came
and go round and round and round . . .

the door of no return
goree island
dakar senegal africa