quickie

. . . 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