This is not a political blog.
I try my darndest to keep it as close to a creative personal narrative as possible. But I have to interrupt your regularly scheduled blog for this public service announcement [I'm sorry, in advance, to those of you whom I know read my blog but don't, however, agree with my politics]. We all must do what we must.
Can too much beauty be detrimental to one’s health? There is a deafening quality to Taos — the sky’s explosion so loud it turns to a smiling quiet.
“Taos mountain either takes you in or spits you out,” the locals say. The mountain, it feels, has taken me into its bosom. But like a soul mate I’m not yet ready to marry, I leave Taos with wistful joy, my ‘big love crumb’ eyes fixed on the rear-view mirror the whole way out.
Oh, Sedona, please take me in silence.
My other love affair: New Mexico. Heading back to the land of 4D skies, horizon-tall sagebrush, and dirt the color of blood… or perhaps it’s my blood the color of that dirt…
(Ye-Ha!)
If you hadn’t noticed, we’re playing around with the look of Not Keeping Score. Some new paint, wallpaper, welcome mat. We’ll get it eventually. (Comments always welcome; patience always appreciated).
I thought it would be fun.
A 6-day getaway to laid-back, green&lush Seattle. Hang with The Girls. Get a little crazy.
In SF, my “color girls” (3 friends I’ve known since about 6 years old) wouldn’t stop until the whole town was painted red, red, red. Only thing is, suddenly I’m… old[er]. And definitely, certainly, unquestionably un-hip.