Friday, December 30, 2011
Tomorrow, I will burn sage to release all that has been in 2011 and whisper prayers for courage, for love and support, for energy and guiding light in the coming year
We are all moving into change. Embrace it and move deep into your heart … peace and love, my friend!
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Friday, December 23, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
“The Vault is our new electronic reading room, containing more than 3,000 documents that have been scanned from paper into digital copies so you can read them in the comfort of your home or office.Being of unsound mind and having lived in New Mexico for many a year, of course, I chose the subject … - Unexplained Phenomenon
Included here are many new files that have been released to the public but never added to this website; dozens of records previously posted on our site but removed as requests diminished; files from our previous electronic reading room, and new, previously unreleased files.” ~~~ from the FBI website section The Vault
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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"People are often unreasonable, irrational and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies;
If you are honest and sincere, people may deceive you;
Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight;
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, will often be forgotten;
Do good anyway.
Give the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give your best anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway." - Mother Teresa
Monday, November 28, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
… Quick to read but not soon forgotten. The beauty of Ms. Auker’s descriptions find a place in your soul and are easily branded into your memory.
The slim book with it’s captivating jacket is now sitting on the table beside my bed. I find myself opening it to a random page and being transported to a different place, entranced by the imagery and delighted by the poetry. This book will not spend much time slotted between other books on a shelf rarely visited … it will keep calling you.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Not long ago I posted about tiny houses. I am indeed enamored of them. This morning my friend “J” sent my heart aflutter by sharing a design for a garden shed which I will stretch to say can be made into a tiny house or added onto a tiny house to make a medium house (see there I go).
This could be the tiny house of my dreams.
My friend “J” has a bead on how to make my brain buzz with ideas. Between yesterday and today, I must have had a zillion (well, maybe just 10 or 15) tabs open on my computer all related to something “J” posted on Facebook. From Farm to Market to Permaculture to Biodynamic French Intensive Gardening, “J” keeps it interesting. Then, of course, there is the whirl of ‘everything is interesting’ that sucks me in every time.
Tell me though, is this not the most enchanting design?
Dreams could only be perfect while sleeping in this tiny room. Sunrise and sunset, each a glorious moment. Even the pattering of rain would inspire.
Now picture the lovely tiny house I posted about last week …..
connected to this incredible garden shed turned bedroom …
with plenty of containers to grow good, clean food …
situated along this beautiful strip of land beside the Rio Grande …
Can you picture it?
When you think about it, do any of us really need so much? Isn’t just a tiny place okay? I think so, all according to need. But having just what is needed does not mean it doesn’t have to be beautiful or be in a beautiful place. Of course, according to ones own aesthetic. It’s the beauty that is soaked up and which satisfies all the wants. Just like a fine meal satisfies your hunger.
See it with me! It’s a good daydream and well, anything can be possible you know …
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
- Rose colored mountains on a summer evening
- A certain young man who flows like a long cool drink of water
- The changing colors of adobe walls at dusk
- A rising sun over shinning waters
- Sea foam and seashells on glistening sand
- Hot coffee, a warm blanket, a rocking chair, a porch with a view
- A seagull’s song on a deserted beach
- Wild horses in the sun
- The sound spurs make on a slow walk
- Friends who care and remember, who hold out their arms to catch your heart each time
- The crow who calls out in the early morning and reminds us what can be done in the quiet of the early day
- Worn leather
- Fluffy tailed bunnies
- The feel of a hot tub on a snowy night under the stars, in the mountains
- A new book, a cozy chair, a rainy day
- The smell of green chile roasting
- The yip of Coyote in the dark, instinct awakened
- The smell of cut grass, the feel under your bare feet
- Facing the wind …
- A Taos Sunset
- Sunlight streaming in the doorway on a late summer afternoon
- Puppy hugs
- Icy cold lemonade in frosty glasses on a scorching day
- Baby toes and baby nose
- Free range animals
- Herbs drying from ceiling rafters, dust angels floating in the stream of sun filtering through old wavy glass panes
- Red checked blankets, straw baskets filled with fresh food, laughing children and sweet afternoon naps under the sun
- The smell of rain in the desert
- Fresh vegetables blooming in a beautiful container garden
- The squeak of a wood floor at 2AM
- Hay rolling off the back of old ranch trucks, cattle lining up like school children
- Fine bone china, elegant silverware, linen tablecloths, crystal glasses, dim light, soft laughter, demure smiles, shared glances
- Fresh Lavender scented sheets
- The view from high on Hermits Peak
- The scent of pluff mud
- The smell of cedar trees on a cold sunny morning deep in the forest
- Purring kitties
- The smell of piñon wood burning in the wood stove
- The sound of children splashing in the pool
- Apple picking on a cool morning
- Cottonwood fluff falling from the trees
- Pimento cheese sandwiches at the beach
- Spirit ceremonies
- Heat rising from loam on a hot afternoon
- Full moon halo shining on the canyon
- Margarita’s on the porch, friends sharing good times
- Hot air balloons floating
- Dusty roads
- The singular sound of a gas powered saw on the mountain
- Sandy feet on weatherworn floors, the sound of crashing waves in the salty air
- The feel of a horses muzzle
- The smell of burning sage
- A wooden pier over the marsh
- Ambrosia salad
- Sheets drying in the sun
- A colorful herb garden
- Houses lit up in the dark night
- The movement of the boat in calm water
- Land as far as the eye can see
- Sheep herding in Navajo land
- Happy dreams, sweet sleep
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I wonder if any of my dear friends would tolerate a tiny home in their backyard for me and my boy. Of course, I’d have to pay rent for use of their land and tap into water and sewer. It would have to be a friend with considerable land and a wellspring of tolerance and good nature…hmmm!
I don’t know if that is a realistic thought but it certainly is a fun one.
I wonder though, would I start to expand and slowly grow out of my tiny home? I do have a tendency to collect books. I have gotten better about that since I now own a Kindle but I'm not completely cured of book collecting…especially if I can get an authors signature. Can’t do that with a Kindle. I might end up over running the tiny home with plants. That’s very possible.
My boy probably wouldn’t fit after awhile. After all, he is already adult size as a young teen. Plus, he has a ton of stuff. Kids always have a ton of stuff and they are always looking to have more stuff. I think wanting to get rid of your stuff is something people my age want to do. People my age don’t want to have to clean big houses or even pay to have someone else clean a big house. Maybe that’s why I’m attracted to the tiny house. I could spend the bulk of my time reading, playing with plants and concocting various adult beverages.Speaking of adult beverages, I could still entertain … just outside ... when the weather is fine. I could plant a nice edible container garden and have a nice intimate seating area. So much to consider.My friend “L” is seriously considering buying three tiny houses for her three boys. She wants to put tiny homes on her land in the upstate of SC. She figures at least she’ll always be able to provide housing for her kids and they’ll always have a place to go back to ... that isn’t her house.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered with failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the grey twilight that knows no victory nor defeat." President Theodore Roosevelt
Thursday, October 20, 2011
I just learned about the BeKindRewrite writing challenge and I’m giving it a try using the prompt “When you look away.”Have a look at their site and read about InMo for yourself.
When she had divorced Cooper, she was devastated, hanging her head for many more months than she would want to admit. It took a great deal of courage to pack her car and head across country with just a promise of a possible job. She was heading out where she had no friends, no family, no connections, just the will to make a new start in a place she had only visited a few times but had liked just as well. Had she conspired with her family or her friends, they would have thought her crazy. They did anyway when she told them she was leaving in two weeks. It was enough that Cooper said she wouldn’t make it and would be back in no time crying her eyes out. He always thought she wasn’t enough, even though it was her career that sustained them, and her constant moving ahead that provided all that he wanted. When she looks back after all these years and reads between the lines of the conversations she realizes she was the one with enough, the strong one and it was Cooper who, bathed in his own arrogance, burnt all his bridges and now begs off the table of others.
It was almost immediate that she fell in love with the land, and the people. Almost as if she had lived there in a previous life, if such a thing was possible. There was an obvious cultural difference but she embraced it and learned all new ways of living. That’s what she loved; she was energized by knowledge and the more diverse, the better.
Even when things became difficult, she still saw the beauty in the place. When she looked back to the days of life with Coop, she felt only sad. Part of her was still angry with him for his arrogance, for his unwillingness to let her be who she was naturally but mostly she felt sad for him that he never made much of himself.
Coop didn’t matter anymore; she was creating her own life away from the eyes of judgmental people. She realized that when you look away from your path, you are bound to fall and she didn’t have time for that now.
Copyright © Maria Norcia Santillanes
Friday, October 14, 2011
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
My list of books to be read varies considerably and sometime the same book will stay on the list for quite some time until “I’m in the mood” for that story. As you can see, I don’t really stick to one genre of book and I like to read books that don’t always get the widest of coverage from the big booksellers such as Rightful Place by Amy Hale Auker who writes about the western life in a poetic and artistic way pulling you very deep into an organic understanding of life and land. As you might be guessing, Rightful Place is next on my list!Add a comment and share your ‘TBR list too!… and remember to support independently owned and operated booksellers like Bookwork's in Albuquerque, NM who’s updated website makes for easy purchasing anywhere in the country or The Village Bookstore in Pleasantville, NY, whenever you can. They are certainly becoming a rare breed, few and far between. Do you have a favorite indie bookstore?
Wild Penance by Sandi Ault
Scones & Bones by Laura ChildsNothing Daunted by Dorothy Wickenden
Rightful Place by Amy Hale AukerThe Strangers on Montagu Street by Karen WhiteSecrets of the Missing Crown by Sunday LarsonTender Graces by Kathryn Magendie