A few weeks ago, a friend and I took a road trip to New Mexico. This was the first of this sort of a trip for either one of us. By "this sort of trip", I mean one without children or even husbands. We packed up food and a few changes of clothing and headed west in our rental car.
Miles and miles...of sunflower fields, of windmill farms, of grasslands bursting with violet horsemint, of flat green prairies, of rolling hills, of abandoned towns, of railroad tracks, and then those mountains that make your mouth drop and all the nagging uncertainties and anxieties morph into awe and wonder and peace.
I love New Mexico. I love the desert. The rocks. The jagged mountains. The quiet. The idea that we are all such tiny pieces to this story, yet, really, we are still so big. So tiny and so big...how can that be? There is so much energy and potential just waiting...
My friend and I had some great conversations, a few even better hikes, coffee in the afternoon, naps under the sun, and get this...we even treated ourselves to an afternoon of soaking at the local mineral hot springs.
I woke and slept with the sun. Nothing compares. Why don't I do more of this in my day to day life?
It was all divine. But then life called us back. And that's a divine thing too! Looking at these photos, I have to admit how odd it is too see this landscape without a dot of Beatrix frolicking through it.
oh it's BEAUTIFUL! maybe someday we can go there together :)
Posted by: amanda | June 29, 2015 at 09:22 PM
Yes! I have a hunch you would really love the yurt we stayed in. I could spend the rest of my life, right there. Sigh.
Posted by: Nichole | July 03, 2015 at 09:18 PM