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Sunday’s Song: Suffice it to Say…Palm Sunday in Taos

I am at one of those places where I have so much to say, but I cannot say it all today. The specifics have to arrange themselves in the shape they want to be, but I am honoring the commitment I made to blog each Sunday of Lent. So, here I am on sketchy WiFi, typing on my phone, my dear friend Care across from me in a lodge room at the Mabel Dodge Luhan House.

I read over my journal entry from yesterday morning. Start today’s entry. Wonder how on earth a day can hold so much. Today held so much. It is one of those times you think How could all of this happen in one day? Abundance. Total abundance.

I am spending this Holy Week in Taos. It is a marker of time that keeps ticking…keeps saying yeah this is the week you were supposed to be in this place at this time.

If I told you everything so far, you might not believe me. Or you might think I’m a bit crazy. Or you might be glad. Choose glad.

The people in my path have been from every end of the pendulum. A wide arc. We are not all kindreds here…believers and unbelievers and all in between abound…but I have decided sometimes we need the disparity to recognize how much good there is. Or how far we might have to go. How much we still have to do. How much one’s presence matters in this world for so many reasons.

Today I saw parishioners process around a town square, people waving palm branches, singing, marking a moment. I saw a policeman far far down the square holding a palm branch. Waving it. And then a child, an armful of branches at the edge of the crowd bringing us lucky bystanders palms. He was in the frame of my lens and a second later his sweet voice Here. Just that.

Here. As in take it, Woman. Or as in the message be here, present right now. Or as in I see you. Or as in you need this.

Later, I see a family walking. The man (son/brother/father?) had his back pocket filled with palms. He was probably the designated carrier for the family. Maybe they were all out for lunch like we were, enjoying the New Mexico sunshine on a crisp bright day. Maybe they were filled with hope. Something about that pocketful of palms. Something that said see this.

I am seeing a lot these days. Knowing every image is leading me to a place I cannot quite see but know it’s worth walking toward…but remembering to worship the moment I am in. The deep moment of place and time…and suffice it to say I am grateful.

I am watching. Listening.

Here.

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Friday’s Five

The joys keep multiplying this week. I’ve been vacationing in New Mexico for the past several days. The beauty is breathtaking. The scenes–spectacular. Here are five special joys from the past week, in pictures. Street artists who let you buy affordable art, Georgia O’Keefe’s “special mountain”, teachers extraordinaire Elizabeth Bunsen and Orly Alverini, a street singer in Taos, and a working pallet from the artist Umi in Santa Fe . All inspiring. All reminders of opportunities and relationships and connections. I hope you find the awe in everyday. It’s everywhere.  


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Santa Fe meanderings

Today’s impressions…

freedom

gratefulness

awe

joy

wonder

beauty

kindnesses

good vibes

I stood in an area of Canton Road and touched a $27,000 statue of Ghandi. I received a text from my son where are you now and that was so cool because I had just thought of him that same second. I need to send him a pic of this. And there he was, virtually with me. 

Coincidences. Connections. Whatever you label it, it was cool. 


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Friday’s Five

I booked a flight to visit my daughter in Amsterdam  and  Maastricht. 

It was a fairly quick decision and a good one. I’ll never forget the joy of that trip and the people and experiences associated with it.

I filled journal pages on the way home with images. Reminders of those days. 

My first grandchild came thirteen days early, but she was considerate enough to wait until I returned back home to the states.

I hold her. That little baby…

Over and over, I write words of thanksgiving in my journal. Thanksgiving that I have these days  to fly or stay home.

To see my daughter in her element, happy and confident. Beautiful.

To see my son hold his newborn daughter. And hand her to me to hold.

To realize we do not have to explain anything to anyone. The emotions of living are so complex, so competing at times. I do well to accept them as they come without expectation. It really is what it is. 

We get this one life, friends. Embrace it. Live it. Reach out to people and listen to their stories.

Smile at them.

Understand you don’t have to answer to anyone here. You really don’t. You are free. Live that freedom.

Fly…