Return to The Land of Enchantment

Amy and I are preparing to fly north—to “New” Mexico—from our home in “Old” Mexico.

There is unfinished business waiting for us in Santa Fe. Artwork of ours still held there, personal belongings of value, threads not yet fully gathered. These things call us back, but so do the people. My daughter in Albuquerque, dear friends, familiar faces and places that still live somewhere inside us.

And beyond all that, there is the simple happiness of returning to a place we loved for so long.

This visit will be shorter than most—just two weeks—but the days will be full. The lilacs are blooming in Santa Fe now, and the spring air carries that unmistakable sweetness. I look forward to standing again beneath the vast Southwestern sky, breathing in the high desert air, feeling that spaciousness that once shaped so much of my life.

We will be staying in the home I built years ago with my former wife, Jean, who will be away in Europe. Returning there will no doubt stir its own quiet reflections—another layer of time folding back upon itself.

I am including a short video here—just a minute—showing some of the artwork we hope to place while we are there. It feels good to bring these pieces back into the light, to let them be seen again.

And so, once more, we travel north—carrying the past, meeting the present, and remaining open to whatever waits for us there.