The aspens are just starting to turn yellow.

Waking up this morning to the soft rattling of the aspen leaves in the Rio Grande Gorge, just south of Taos New Mexico. The breeze is the coolest I have felt in a long time, and the aspens are just beginning their annual turn from green to yellow.

I’ve been visiting a friend with Parkinson’s here in Taos and with his presence taking one more step off the merry-go-round of taking meaning from life through accomplishing things, rather than the state of being I (we all) bring to life.

I shared my story of losing the young and brilliant Stanford researcher/friend in an auto accident earlier this year along with the question that always arises for me when i think of him: why am I still here?

Without the usual Parkinson-induced hesitation, my friend here in Taos immediately said, “to be you” with clarity and emphasis. From this source, the simple statement landed in me with layers of depth and power. Its a simple statement, but at the same time so profound.

So i awake this morning in this beautiful place, somehow strengthened by his simple words and powerful certainty. Let the first winds of autumn begin.

Soon, my western migration will resume. Westward travel started in earnest when i found myself in the path of Hurricane Florence when visiting friends in Virginia.

After a change of route (no Blue Ridge Parkway for me this trip & no Asheville NC visit) and a couple of long days of driving, i found myself out of reach of Florence and in the ranch country of Oklahoma & then on the prairie on Route 66 in the Texas panhandle, all of which was very hot.IMG_2967

An old friend from my Findhorn years invited me to Santa Fe then, and we had a wonderful visit and toured the historical Santa Fe downtown. Then a Taos hilltop with another friend and now the Rio Grande Gorge. Soon I head back thru Albuquerque, then Flagstaff, Barstow, Tehachapi and soon back to the Sierra foothills where this trip started, full circle. Full circle in geography and almost a full circle in the turning of the seasons. It has been also such a full expression of being me in each moment, with each renewed human and place connection – an expansion of being and a greater homecoming.


The Rio Grande