In late 1999, I was house-sitting for some friends in Tesuque, NM. (pronounced tess-OO-kee)
It was bloody cold – maybe you don’t know this, but Santa Fe is 7000′ above sea level, and Tesuque is a bit higher.
There was snow that morning; my blankies weren’t sufficient, and being naturally a tropical gal, I was pretty unhappy with how cold it was.
As I woke up in a that very depressed state, I contemplated driving my van over one of the cliffs in the area to end what I perceived as the pain of existence.
Now, before you get all ‘oh you shouldn’t think that way’ righteous on me, you’ve been out-done! Read on for what happened next… Continue reading
Yesterday at the grocery store, I saw – well, heard – a woman berating her child for dropping and spilling something all over the floor.The horrible things she was yelling at this 5 or 6 year old were unbearable. She must have been upset about something else, too, because the energy she was releasing over such a small thing was way out of proportion to what actually happened.
Last weekend, I went down to the local art center where about 50 artists run a coop gallery so I could sign up for the Open Studios Art Tour.
