Friday morning we drove up to Taos – the final leg of a long journey. I have always loved this view of the Rio Grande Gorge at the top of the “horseshoe” coming into Taos.

Pure vastness. 

Then the beginnings of home life started. As I came into town, I stopped to get the mail that had been on hold. Then the short drive to the house. And here I am again. 

Everything has grown so much in the past month! There must have been enough rain. Grateful for that.

I emptied the van;  put the food away, did laundry, got flowers and groceries for the meditation mini-retreat tomorrow. I imagined I might feel some sort of disconnect from the life on the road to this life here in Taos. A sense of separation, or an ending and now a beginning. But it seems to all flow together for me right now. From taking in new sights, seeing old friends, to sitting here watching the squirrels wrestle on the deck and listening to the wind in the trees, it seems to be one smooth flow of beingness. That is important to me. How to keep that sense of flow in the routines and chores of a day. How to listen to the moment and respond with freshness as much as possible. Maybe I will have to take another journey to re-kindle that experience. Maybe I won’t! But either way, this has been a most valuable and moving adventure. Thank you for joining me for it. Thank you to everyone we saw along the way. And thank you to all who live here in Taos and keep the home fires burning. Blessings to everyone.