I have wanted to post this picture for a week, but never felt like I could get the right words for it. I figured I’d just get on with it tonight. When I opened this image to process it a week ago, I had a sweep of pleasure wash over me. I thought the...
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It has been about 4 months now since the Siamese Po has joined my cat compound, adding his life gradually into each space in the house. For nearly half of that time, he lived in a single room upstairs, hide and bone, and for part of that period, living from a tube in his...
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Last Sunday, persuaded by the start of the fall colors show on my drive the previous weekend, I had an ambitious plan. I thought I would drive up to Abiquiu again, and from there, head on north towards Tierra Amarilla, where I would hop on US-64 east and climb into a sea of golden...
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This last Sunday, with the knowledge that fall was arriving this week, and with it, the spread of color down the Rocky Mountain chain and beyond, I figured it was a good day to reconnoiter how some trees looked up north. After getting up early and getting a green chile stew stewing in the...
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As last Monday was the last day of the Labor Day weekend, I didn’t feel right not using it to go out somewhere, and the first destination that entered my mind was the Ah-shi-sle-pah Badlands, home of the King of Wings and Alien Throne rock formations. My enthusiasm for that trip was tempered by...
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I was revisiting the beginning of the Beatitudes today, and as I read in R. T. Kendall’s commentary on the subject, he offered this definition of the kingdom of heaven: The kingdom of heaven is “the rule of the un-grieved spirit in the believer”. This was a strong reminder for me that in the...
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Today, after an early end of work at home so I could drive downtown to the city office pyramid place and return my downtown parking permit, I continued on south to the Valle del Oro Wildlife Refuge, just to see what I could see. I was curious if any birds had taken to its...
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This last Saturday, I had the need to get out of the house for a while, and with it being near the end of August (and, with my small chile crop faltering late in the growing season), a destination for a day trip became clear. Despite being a native New Mexican, I had never...
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The last few days I’ve thought it would be good if I could just jot down a few of my memories about my Aunt Margaret. I find myself in writer’s block so chronically (which is a fear of writing things, really) that to write about anything meaningful is good for me. But moreso, it’s...
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This last week was significant to me for two reasons. The more basic, the more cyclical of the two is that I got older- at least by legal document standards. 51, and all I sort of hoped or imagined might come with it, for me is archived. At this age, birthdays are more like...
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It is 5:30 on Saturday afternoon, and I have just given Po his 3rd meal of the day. He gets one more tonight at around 9. On Thursday after work, I picked Po up from the vets after he received three days of care, and during his stay, the vet determined that he had...
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Tonight, the skinny little Siamese with giant black ears crouches in a cage at the veterinarian’s office. I see his long face bowed, as if in prayer, and I smell his kitty food breath, his head by my cheek as he softly breathes, his squinted eyes closed. For a short-time tenant, he has left...
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It was a treat to get over to my parents’ home this afternoon to celebrate July 4th. Joined by my two nephews, Brett and Grant, we were given the gift of a traditional Independence Day feast by mom and dad: Church’s Chicken chicken fingers, potato salad, baked beans, corn on the cob- and let...
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It is often a little sad to get up from lying there, my body stiff from my awkward headrest against the side of the bathtub, that angle cockeyed to my flat sprawl on the bathroom floor linoleum. It is hard because in the cat bed beside me, kneeling on the folded green towel, he...
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Margaret Ann Welton was born to Bill and Marcena Welton on September 12, 1945, in Salina, Kansas. The youngest of three siblings, Margaret developed a keen sensitivity to the suffering of others early in her life, along with a strong desire to contribute to the compassion and justice found in the world. As a...
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This day trip was prompted a few weeks ago when I ran across the photo someone had taken of a unique church standing in a field. I learned the church was near the town of Mora, New Mexico, and with a visit to an old churches of New Mexico book I have, I learned...
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