Santa Fe a few days ago
Tightly wrapped yellow forsythia and fuzzy gray pussy willows are budding here in Santa Fe in chaotic weather conditions, with snow one day, 60 degrees the next. Weather playing havoc is what March is about. In like the proverbial lion, out like the lamb. The color of spring is green (we should eat greens and wear greens to be in harmony with the season), and the emotion is to embrace growth and movement, and to give freely and passionately, according to my former acupuncturist Beverly Bakken. Right now in Santa Fe, mostly everything is blue (sky) and brown (bare trees and adobe homes), with a ribbon of green running through. The green gets stronger every day.
March highlights in my world so far? I made a new friend in my neighborhood: an adorable Jack Russell – Chihuahua mix named Hercules that’s 11 pounds and has a white body with toffee patches – he looks like a paint horse. Dinner last week at Ristra was a treat, especially sipping the aromatic ginger martini. Power lunches at the Palace with other writers like my old friend Charlotte Berney (www.charlottedaigle.com) and my new one, Pat West Barker (www.thezenchilada.com), have been fun; the tuna burger there is fabulous. I just edited a story mystery novelist Sandi Ault (www.sandiault.com) wrote about Indian artists; it was a fulfilling collaboration. And I glimpsed a preview of the big art show “It’s About Time: 14,000 Years of Art in New Mexico” going up at the New Mexico Museum of Art in May. There’s a great piece by Galisteo-based Bruce Nauman in the show, a rebellious 1985 lithograph with “Live or Die” printed in red ink on a white background. To me it symbolizes the significance of independence, resourcefulness, and doing what’s important to you, as opposed to living your life through other people’s values. That’s good in any season, right?
8/2/2012 08:58:31 pm
hi Wolf, I somehow came across this article of yours, with a mention of me ;-) while looking for a copy of an article I wrote! How nice to see you're still writing about and connected with Santa Fe. I guess we last spoke when you were having trouble with (and surgery!) your back; I hope you're feeling better. Still here on the coast. Be nice to hear from you, Beverly
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Above: My mustang Ryo in Tesuque, NM. Our barn owner in Malibu described him as Ghandi-esque because Ryo didn't fight for the best feed bin like the other horses. When Ryo died in Tesuque, I turned on my car radio to hear John Lennon singing "Imagine"... that was Ryo "living life in peace."
PHOTOS BY WOLF SCHNEIDER