Dream Me Home - New Mexico

Christmas in New Mexico 2011

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I was blessed to travel by train to New Mexico for Christmas. This photo was taken from the train as we past through the Ortiz Mountains.

I'm so ready for spring and summer to get here!

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Taos, New Mexico

Vaughn, New Mexico 2010

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>Sometime I Feel Like a Motherless Child

from « American Negro Spirituals»
by J. W. Johnson, J. R. Johnson, 1926

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long ways from home
A long ways from home
True believer
A long ways from home
Along ways from home

Sometimes I feel like I’m almos’ gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almos’ gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almos’ gone
Way up in de heav’nly land
Way up in de heav’nly land
True believer
Way up in de heav’nly land
Way up in de heav’nly land

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long ways from home
There’s praying everywhere

Pecos River in Santa Rosa, New Mexico

2011-02-06T08:26:00.000-08:00

Home for Christmas 2010

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We decided at the spur of the moment to go to New Mexico for Christmas. What beautiful New Mexico weather we had. in the 50's the entire time. Reminded me of a special Christmas from my past when my best friend Marilyn and me hiked out to Table Top (mesa) on Christmas Eve.

Colonias, New Mexico

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These are some photo's from our 2007 trip home.

In the light of the full moon.. (CDR)

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Santa Fe

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Adobe and Blue Shutters

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Happy Easter

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Digitally altered photograph of the Santa Inez Chapel in Puerta de Luna, New Mexico
Natural photograph of Santa Inez Chapel in Puerta de Luna, New Mexico

Today is Easter and the wind is howling. What's amusing is that it actually makes me feel at home way up here in Missouri.

New Mexico springs are not polite. The wind reminds me of an old woman with a new broom sweeping the house clean on Saturday for company on Sunday.....an old woman mad at an old man...

I can remember walking to school or to town and the warm spring New Mexico wind whipping stinging sand across my legs. Heaven help you if a dust devil crossed your path.

I vividly remember sitting in my fathers cafe and watching the wind roll huge tumble weeds town Sunshine Hill. The force of the gale would wedge them under automobiles in the parking lot.

Easter in New Mexico is seldom church hat friendly. Barbecues are a struggle, egg hunts are completed swiftly and the multitude of relatives are usually crowed into your kitchen because the lawn chairs blew away before the food could be served.

Still, its encouraging to know that the beautiful New Mexico summr days are on thier way. So we chase paper plates across the back yard and look forward with joy.

I'm tired of white snow and gray skies!

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I need a strong dose of New Mexico color.

I'm tired of wet cold weather and gray ground, gray trees and gray skies

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I want to be where there is color!

May 2010 open the door to a whole world of possibilities

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Happy New Year!

Santa Fe, New Mexico

2009-09-21T18:00:00.000-07:00

I dreamed I was home...and then I was.

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You helped to dream me home and it worked. I was home for almost two incredible weeks. This is a photograph I took as we were headed north on the highway between Vaughn and Santa Rosa. The weather was outstanding and the skies were in rare form. It was perfect. Maybe I need to change the name of this blog to "Dream Me Home To Stay". What do ya think?

Two weeks from tomorrow -

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We'll be on the road and headed home.....

Getting closer...

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The count down begins

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In one month I will be home. Just for a visit but at least I'll be there and that's all that counts.

Midland Hotel, Santa Rosa, NM

2009-06-16T20:30:00.000-07:00

In my last post I showed a picture of Santa Rosa taken where Highway Route 66 intersected with Fourth Street in Santa Rosa. A former resident left a comment saying she didn't remember this hotel which was on the northeast corner of that intersection.

I started to leave a comment in return but it began to be so long that I decided to make it a post.

We moved to Santa Rosa from Clayton when I was not yet three years old. (My sister Vicki tells me it was March of 1960). When we arrived we lived in this hotel while my parents looked for a home for us. They eventually found our house on Fourth Street where we lived twice. Once as tenants and the second time as owners.

We had rented the house on Fourth Street for a year or two when the owner sold it to The Walker family. At that time we were forced to move and ended up in a bizarre apartment located in the rafter of The Texaco Warehouse.

The Texaco Warehouse sat right behind the Midland Hotel which was on the south side of the building and the rail road depot and train tracks were on the north side. It was filled with barrels of oil with an office or two in the front. I don't remember what was on the north side but I'm sure it was loading dock for trucks, however I know what was on the south side of the building.

Beginning with a screened in porch inside which was a door. You would open the door into what, at my young age of about five, seemed like an endless dark scary staircase that led up to the front door of our apartment.

Past the screened in porch was a long loading dock with a railroad spur next to that. I never in my entire life saw a rail car on that spur but I lived in fear that a train would one day come barreling down that spur and run over me.

Once when I was about five or six years old I was playing out on the that dock and I saw a car drive up to the back of the hotel. One of the passengers, a young man, jumped out and ran up the back fire escape and entered through an open door on the second floor of the hotel. He was only in there for a few minutes and then he ran back down the stairs and jumped back in the car. A few minuted later the hotel was in flames. It burned down and was never repaired and reopened.

I have no idea whether the young man I saw had any connection to the fire, but I remember it all the same. I also have no idea whether or not the hotel burnt down to the ground or how long the ruins might have sat there before being cleared away.

At the age of seven (1964) we still lived in that apartment. I got my very first kiss from a boy out on that dock. His name was Guy Don Bueford (sp?). His brother was courting my sister and they had come over for a visit. Guy Don died very young in a car accident when I was in high school.

Looking back now, it seems so odd to me that we lived in that warehouse. I have many other memories of that place but I'll save those stories for my Bare Naked Me blog.

Santa Rosa in the 60's

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In just a little over two months I'll be back home for a couple of weeks. Although this is a "riding" vacation we'll use my old home town as our base station (so to speak). This is how the town looked about the time we moved there. On the left is an old hotel that we lived in for a while until my parents found a home for us. Just down from that was the cafe and bar my dad bought. I have some very faint memories of that place but then again I was only about three years old.

But this was Route 66 at its best. Back when tourist roamed up and down the road looking for a diner or a "motor court" complete with attached garage. How many of you know what I'm talking about?

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Not New Mexico but very nice all the same -

Broken Arrow - Robbie Robertson

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A touching gesture by a wonderful artist.

2009-03-03T18:10:00.000-08:00

Santuario de Chimayo

I recently discovered a fantastic artist named Frank Ordaz who posts a blog called "On Being Frank". One of the many things you will find on his blog is his Christan themed artwork for which, in my opinion, he is the best you'll ever see. He has a true gift for taking passages from scripture and rendering a painting that not only stays true to the written word but makes an instant connection that seems to erase the centuries between the inception and this present day.

When you look at his figures, read the expressions on their faces you could almost swear that you passed that man or woman on the street this very morning. They are believable, not literature but real humans with the same limitations as you and I.

Really - check it out and see if I've exaggerated one bit - I haven't.

So what does all of this have to do with New Mexico? Well Frank has roots that sprang from New Mexico and recently he has posted a few pieces that reflect that. In addition he has been kind enough to post a link to this blog for those seeking more of the New Mexico flavor.

In keeping with this I am posting two of my favorite photos from our 2007 trip. The first is a view of The Santuario de Chimayo (follow this link to a wonderful article written by E.A. VanderPutten) and the one I have below is a great view of the wall and gate around the courtyard of the church.

God Bless you all dear readers and again, thank you Frank -

P.S. Check out New Mexico artist Dee Sanchez's blog to see her interpetation of this photo -

Questa, New Mexico

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Kachina Motel in Questa , New Mexico
This is where we stayed on our road trip to northern New Mexico....

And this is the river that runs behind the motel where they dump the bodies...ha ha!
Just kidding - I mean it wasn't a Hilton Hotel but it had the character and charm you only read about in books...good books. I loved it!

Because I'm homesick!

2009-01-15T13:37:00.000-08:00

I am posting my reason for creating each of my four blogs. This one will be short and sweet. Its because I'm homesick and because there is so much beauty in the state of New Mexico and the people who live there that I just had to share it.

Nuestra Senora de Refugio in Puerto de Luna, New Mexico

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May the sky be the limit for 2009!

Christmas in New Mexico

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The photo above comes from a bulk email I got from Robert Mirabal's website. I thought this illustrates this time of year in New Mexico perfectly.

If you aren't familiar with Robert Mirabal, he is a contemporary Native American recording artist who is doing unbelievably wonderful music. Check out his websites as well as YouTube videos of his performances.

I first discovered him when I ran across a PBS telethon where they were showing his "Songs From A Painted Cave" performance. I wished then as I still do that I had a copy of this video...some day I will. At that time all my budget would allow was for me to purchase the CD which I almost wore out.

When we were in New Mexico in the fall of 2007 we visited the Taos Pueblo where I met his brother (I think) and member of his group. Dana bought be a flute and a copy of the newest CD called "In The Blood". I am listening to that CD even as I write.

After my heart attack I was given a plastic meter to blow in several times a day to help my lungs heal. After a few days of that I put it away and picked up the flute Dana had bought me. I hadn't had time to learn to use it and now during my recovery I had nothing but time. I wouldn't dare say that I can play it but with lots of practice I eventually learned to stop making it sound like a animal caught in a trap. I even learned to play "Amazing Grace"on it. I spent so much time in bed and the flute became a good companion as I spent many hours each day playing it.

And I will tell you in all honesty that I credit it with its part in my recovery. Unlike the sterile plastic meter that shouted "illness" my flute was made from a rich wood (the kinds escapes me now) with a beautiful glow to it. I learned to position the beautiful carved horse fetish on top for just the right sound and was surprised at what it took to train my fingers to cover the holes to get the right notes. My flute and my use of it is a living creative thing...like me.

I love my flute and am looking forward to purchasing another one on our next trip to the Pueblo.

As long as I'm talking about the Taos Pueblo I'll share a wish from my wish list with you. It is my wish that one day before I leave this good earth that I am able to be at the Taos Pueblo on Christmas Day as the sun sets to witness the Matachines Dance or Deer Dance. I have read about this for years, especially when reading biographies of other artist or writers who have seen this performance and I long to join their ranks.

Below is a beautiful oil painting by Valerie Graves of her interpetation of the
festival.

Something really cool - literally!

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On our trip to Red River we were riding behind my brother-in-law Harold Sexton and my sister Vicki. The road we traveled in that mountainous area was full of twists and turns. We rounded a curve and Dana throttled up the bike for the straight way which lay ahead when all of a sudden my brother-in -law made a very sudden stop followed my a u-turn and headed back passing us in the process. After a few chosen cuss words Dana followed suit. By the time we got turned around Harold and Vicki had pulled over to the side of the road and had hopped off their bike.

My sister Vicki was excited as she told us why we had made such a sudden stop. You will remember from my last post that although my father leased a small cafe in Red River for many summers I had not officially visited there until this trip. Prior to my birth my entire family spent many wonderful summers in Red River and all of my life I would sit and listen to them tell stories about those same summers. One of Vicki's memories was making the car trip from our home in Clayton, New Mexico up to Red River. She said that just before reaching Red River our father would always stop the car and let her and my big sister, La Vonne, get out of the car and get a drink of water from this trough made from a tall tree that had fallen and the mountain stream ran in such a way that the water came running down the length of the tree before dropping back into a stream. Whether natural or man made I can't say but Vicki told us that Daddy always stopped there for as far back as she could remember.

Now suddenly, going down the road Vicki spotted this old "rest stop" that she had not visited in 51 years.

We all bent down and drank from this ice cold fountain and marveled that it was still here after all this time. It was bittersweet - the occasion not the water - to think of our father and mother and our grandparents who had been such a large part of our association with Red River and to be here now without them. So much time has passed and so much has changed but the water, the water is still flowing...

Something kind of fun...

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My father was in the restaurant business all of his life. His father owned The Nuway Cafe in Clayton NM where my father worked. Then when he joined the Airforce he was a mess hall sergeant. After WW2 he returned home to the cafe again. He eventually bought Red's Cafe in Clayton and then in 1959 he moved the family to Santa Rosa where he bought and ran Medley's Cafe in the middle of town right on good ole' Route 66. He eventually built two more restaurants - Sun and Sands and Tiffins. He also took a turn running (probably a lease deal) three other eateries in town. Yep my dad was in the food service business.

Back before I came along my family lived in Clayton and had Red's Cafe but each summer my dad would lease a little Cafe in Red River, NM called Tillie's. He and various relatives would run it through the summer and then return to Clayton after Labor Day. (Think "Vacationing Tourist/ Dirty Dancing like...sort of) you get the idea, a summer gig.

Now from what I have always been told, I despite the fact that I had never visited Red River until fall of 2007 (At the age of 50 years old), I was conceived in Red River...at the end of summer ...my dad had been there all summer and my mother had remained in Clayton to run Red's...get the picture?

When Dana and I went home on vacation in 2007 we (Dana, me , my big sister Vicki and her husband Harold) went on a long two day ride through Northern New Mexico and I got to go to Red River for the first time in my life (post conception of course). And I was on a mission.

I wanted to see all the places I had heard about all of my life, especially "Tillie's". Both of my sisters have wonderful memories of Tillie's and Red River and I always felt very left out of that part of our family history.

I have several old photo's, which I'll share with you another time, but this one is really cool. It's of my grandfather standing on the steps of Tillie's Cafe. I knew from the beginning I wanted my picture taken in the exact same spot.

How cool is that? And the Jack Daniel's Banner was just a bonus -

Unfortunately the place was closed so we couldn't go inside but still I was thrill that the place hadn't been torn down or remodeled (in fifty years).

Esteban by Leroy V. Quintana

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ESTEBAN
para Esteban de Bernalillo N.M.

Esteban is sixty-five, on Social Security
Two weeks ago he bought a motorcycle.
su caballo, a Suzuki GS550L.
"I don't know what all those numbers mean,"
he says, "but its got lots of soup."
He wears tennis shoes and carries a slingshot
in his back pocket. "Pa los perros."

When he glued a jar lid on top of his helmet
everybody said he looked like a spaceman.
Nobody could figure out why he had done that
until he walked into the bar, removed his helmet
placing the end with the jar lid on the counter;
now he didn't have to worry about it
rolling around and crashing to the floor.

Every 5 or 10 minutes Esteban gets off the bar stool
walks to the door to see if his bike is O.K.
It's parked across the street
and Tony has parked his pick-up next to it.
Tony has only one good eye and a lot of traffic tickets.
This bothers Esteban.

When he returns, Esteban talks about the time
he was a young kid working in the bakery and
The owner sent him to deliver bread
to the nuns at the Catholic school.
Esteban didn't know how to ride a bike
and he fell, scattering the loaves all over the street;
an incident he'll never forget, he says,
then goes to the door and checks his bike again.

Another time he was riding his bike, heading home
from the grocery store with a package of meat
and a large dog attacked him.
Not knowing what to do, Esteban threw the package
at the dog in self defense, miss him
but the dog smelled the meat and ran away with it.

He gets off the bar stool again, this time goes outside
and cranks up his caballo, getting it as far away
from Tony's pick-up as possible.
While he's gone everybody at the bar wonders out loud
how long Esteban is going to last on his Suzuki
when he couldn't even ride a bike
"Se va a matar," everybody agrees.

This has to be one of my favorite poems. Written by Leroy V. Quintana is embodies the essence of life in a small New Mexico town. You can immediately feel the slow pace that allows Esteban to ride his motorcycle to the bar and sit around swapping old stories with the other men who are more than likely there every afternoon. Mr. Quintana is a Master at endearing Esteban to us from the very beginning. You can see yourself at the grocery store, laughing with the cashier about the jar lid glued to the top of his helmet. You can image the children playing in the street and teasing the old man as he passes. I love this poem.

I first read this poem in 1985 in a book called Ceremony of Brotherhood co-edited by Rudolfo A. Anaya and Simon J. Ortiz. It's a wonderful collection of works by writers from the southwest.

Too 'campy" not to share -

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Questa, New Mexico

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This is a photo of the window in the bathroom of the motel room we stayed in in Questa. The room was marginally scary but I loved this window.

Sunset on The PdL road

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Totally unaltered photo. Taken one year ago on the road between Puerto de Luna and Santa Rosa.

Taos Pueblo - Taos Mountain

2008-08-31T13:38:00.000-07:00

In my last post you heard Robert Mirabal mention the Taos Mountain. This is a photo I took when I was last at Taos Pueblo. It gives you a sense of the spirit of the place, but only a sense. Every one should go to Taos and expreience this for yourselves. There is a fabled story of "The Taos Hum". Many say they can hear it - I never have. But its easy for me to imagine that "THE HUM" is the result of a collective "Ahhh..." as in "ah, I get it..."

Medicine Man - Robert Mirabal

2008-08-24T09:48:00.000-07:00

When your heart is homesick this is the balm...

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Hornos at Taos Pueblo

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These ovens are made of adobe and are used to bake the most wonderful bread you have ever tasted.
It takes a special gift to bake in a horno. First you have to collect firewood and build a fire inside the oven. Small twigs of Juniper are traditional and the scent of the Juniper add to the magic of this process. Allow the fire to burn boldly and then die down to coals. Ashes are then swept out of the front of the oven. A towel is secured to the end of a pole and dipped in water to swab down the oven floor. A rough wood or metal "door" leaning against the opening helps regulate the heat.
Now here's the real trick; toss a crumpled piece of newspaper into the oven. If the paper burns up the oven is too hot and needs to be swabbed out again with cold water. But when the paper burns slowly and turns a light brown the oven is the right temperature to bake your bread.
The dough is shaped into a round loaf and slid inside the oven with a large wooden paddle. It's common for several dozen loaves to be baked at once.
I have been told that once the bread is done the oven will have cooled to the right temperature to bake cakes and cookies. Then a brisket, pork roast or maybe a turkey can go in next and left in over night for slow roasting
If I close my eyes I can almost smell the bread...
If you enlarge the photo you can see the straw mixed into the mud (and the cemetery in the back ground). You can buy Indian Bread anytime of year but for reasons I can't explain I tend to identify them with fall.
Ah, fall in New Mexico. Golden leaves, cool days, turquoise skies, the smell of green chile roasting, bread baking and juniper smoke....these are the things of home.

Madrid, New Mexico

2008-08-09T19:41:00.000-07:00

"My Madrid" by Dee Sanchez This beautiful painting is by Dee Sanchez. She is a wonderfully talented New Mexico artist represented by Weem Gallery. She has totally captured the feel of Madrid, New Mexico. Click on Dee's name to view her blog and enjoy her wonderful work.
This picture of Dana and I was taken in Madrid when we were there on vacation in 2004.
This one was taken last fall (2007). Those of you who might have seen the movie "Wild Hogs" will recognise "Maggie's Diner" in the background.

Santuario de Chimayo

2008-08-01T14:47:00.000-07:00

This tinted photo of the church in Chimayo was made from one of the pictures I took last fall while touring New Mexico. I love the vintage look of this picture.

Endurance

2008-07-10T15:19:00.001-07:00

I love this photo. While passing through Ribera, NM we stopped to visit the Catholic Church (posted earlier). Across the road from the church was a dusty old lane running along side this building. I was intrigued by the partial rock wall that although looking worn and as though it could topple out any second was still supporting the skeleton of the building. This wood window frame was wonderful but what really struck me were the vegas still tieing everything together.

I don't know who built this structure or whether it was a home or for commerce but whoever built it intended for it to last. I'll bet I'm safe in saying that the building outlived the builder...

We need to be mindful of the structures we build, they will testify of us long after we are gone.

Conoco Station

2008-06-26T12:49:00.000-07:00

Inspired by my niece's recent B/W post I decided to play around with some of the photos from my vacation. What do you think? I like the black and white.

Seen Better Days

2008-06-13T16:16:00.000-07:00

Colonias, NM

Ribera, New Mexico

2008-06-06T13:20:00.001-07:00

This was a great ride! Left to right is our compadre, Kurt Dishman and his daughter Cara (nice name huh?) My sister Vicki and her husband Harold and that good looking rider on the right is my Dana.

This beautiful whitewashed church is located in a tiny little hillside village by the name of Ribera. We left Santa Rosa on I40 and turned north at the Villenueva exit headed for Santa Fe. This is one of the little jewels we passed through on that trip.

Ft. Union, New Mexico with a Missouri Connection

2008-05-21T18:06:00.000-07:00

This is really cool - check out this website for the whole story about the connection between Ft. Union and Missouri. http://www.kansasheritage.org/research/sft/ft-union.htm
Made of adobe only the brick fireplaces remain for the most part.
STOCKADE...no adobe here - all stone!
This is what remains of the hospital.

One day we left Santa Rosa and headed up to Cimmaron, Angel Fire, Eagles Nest, Red River and called it quits in Questa before heading into Taos and Santa Fe. It was a fantastic trip. We had just past Las Vegas and somewhere between there and Cimmaron I saw a sign that said we were going to be passing Ft. Union. I instantly remembered my dad taking me there when I was seven years old. Back then it was abandoned and there was no visitors center...and no one to tell you to stay on the paths. We decided to stop and visit.

Its a really neat thing to see if your in the area.

Truchas, New Mexico

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It's been a rough week!

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Please hop over to The Capricious Painter for an update on my absence.

A New Mexico connection....really....

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Stay with me, this really is about New Mexico...

I have a job, something I do 40 hours a week to fiance my real life, and I love it.

I'm a Senior Advisor for Columbia Builds Youth which is a YouthBuild USA affiliate. YouthBuild is a fantastic program with transformation as its core principle. Transforming the lives of at risk youth and transforming neighborhoods -

What does all of this have to do with my beloved New Mexico? Well, my director sent me to a wonderful YouthBuild Conference in Redondo Beach California this week. (I just got home at 4am my time - just in time for our little earthquake!)

Some of you may be saying "Lucky Girl" but before you do, this girl doesn't fly. I was slightly traumatized by this "lucky break" but everything went fine. But here's the interesting connection.

When I got to the registration table I immediately asked if there were any YouthBuild members from New Mexico. It just so happened that there was one standing right at the table and in addition there were at least five more. The training was quick and I tried to visit with each of them and hope I didn't miss anyone.

I burrowed in like a tick. Soaking up all of the New Mexico energy that I could. Wonderful group of people and I enjoyed them very much. I made a pest out of myself making sure I got my business card out to each of them.

While I was busy passing out my card another conference attendee quipped "Looking for a job are we?" That comment caught my attention. She couldn't have been anymore off base if she tried. The cards I was passing out weren't my business card, okay I did give one of them my business card, but mostly I was handing out my cards with my blog addresses and telling them how homesick I was and that I was coming home...asking several of them to "dream me home".

It was about seeking out familiar spirits and joking around about familiar neighborhoods and landmarks. It was about being with people I love and miss..even when they are strangers. Thank you guys for making a New Mexico girl feel connected.

It was also about making a universal statement by declaring "I'm coming home." The mouth speaks the heart. I like to believe that by saying out loud to total strangers that I'm coming home it will start a cosmic domino effect that will result in me reaching my goal. so let me say it again...

"I'm coming home - New Mexico, I'm coming home"

El Santuario de Chimayo

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This photograph of the adobe wall and gate that surronds the coutyard of the Santuario de Chimayo is the very essence of New Mexico.

Salman Ranch

2008-04-09T18:24:00.000-07:00

HELP! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS CALLED!!!

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One person told me it was mesquite and the Internet referred to the bloom as Mexican Bird of Paradise. I don't know the name but I love the flower. It was a cloudy day when I took the picture so the colors don't read well. The flower is a beautiful yellow with an exotic red "something or other" (real technical jargon) shooting out of the center. Very delicate and thread like - reminds me of a Mimosa flower. No matter what its called I love it.

Patched Roof

2008-04-04T19:59:00.000-07:00

I love everything about this picture. Its totally New Mexico. Adobes, cactus, and tin roof.
I'm 99.9% sure I snapped this in Villanueva, NM - if I'm wrong, let me know!

Prickly Pear Cactus

2008-04-02T18:32:00.000-07:00

I'm sure these have a "real name" but growing up we always called them Prickly Pear Cactus. My sister makes a wonderful sugar free jelly from the fruit. My hat's off to her, I have never liked these because your hands end up covered with tiny stickers that are almost too small to remove.

I used a photo manipulation effect to alter this photograph.

Nuestra Senora de Refugio Church in Puerto de Luna

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This beautiful church was built in Puerta De Luna, ten miles south of Santa Rosa, around 1880. Mass is still held there.