October 10, 2010 – 10.10.10 – my birthday!
Years ago, I realized that – God willing – one day I would arrive at this day – and that it would be a special day. Not only because all digits were the same, and that days like this can only occur during the first 12 years of any century – to people born on the first 12 days of any month – but because it was a once in a lifetime occurrence for me. Would it be any different than any other birthday? Would it be any different than any other day?
Well, I had also long ago decided to somehow make it different – whatever that means! – than other birthdays, than other days. Originally, a few months back, I thought I’d like to be in New Mexico – my current relatively easily accessed favorite – perhaps Taos at the Pueblo or soaking in the arsenic hot spring at Ojo Caliente. But, as the day grew closer I realized I probably wasn’t going to make it down there. Too much to do…finish our home renovation project, catch up on readings, set up online accounts for Mexico, prepare for our journey…the list went on and on. So…
Thinking about the logistics and finances, I decided to go somewhere closer. How about a drive to Moab and a hike in Arches? Then lunch at Pasta Joe’s- a good Italian restaurant there – and home for carrot cake from the Belly Deli? Yes! Sounded doable, sounded good. Hopefully, the weather would cooperate.I told my husband about my plan and he was agreeable. We’d have to leave our three dogs at home – no dogs running wild in the Park – and have a day together alone – just he and I and Mother Nature. The result was fabulous.
We ended up walking to the Delicate Arch – arguably the most “famous” and photographed arch in Canyonlands – and dining on pasta. The weather was awesome, the ride relaxing, the colors spectacular and the cake delicious. Another revolution around the Sun…and this year, somehow it was different.
The summer whisked by me while I was working on our house, going to meetings, taking morning walks, cooking dinner, loving our magnificent western sunsets and writing when I had time – which seemed to present itself less and less frequently, somehow. But I did pack in a little fun – a couple moto rides to Gateway, Ridgway and Silverton – and I spent the very last weekend of summer covering one of Telluride’s funnest music festivals – and definitely my favorite one – Telluride Blues & Brews.
The last time I posted on my blog, the calendar read: July 17th. Wow! How time does fly! The last few months have been like sand sifting through my fingers. My husband had a collsion with a doe deer while en route to Pagosa Springs on his Harley Davidson motorcycle June 25th. That set us back a bit on our just started home improvement project, and put a quick end to any summer rides. Oh, well.
Grateful and thankful he survived the crash as well as he did – a few gashes and bruises, a broken nose and several abrasions that all were fixable and healable – all things considered, he was very, very lucky. Local EMTs and our excellent Telluride medical facilities – complete with an amazingly competent doctor and fabulous nurse – provided us with expert care and great comfort. It’s always seems weird to feel lucky when involved in situations that are classically ‘unlucky,’ but, se la vi, I do.
I can hardly believe it’s been so long since I’ve entered a post on my blog. Funny how life ebbs and flows. The format for posting has even changed – much slicker and appearing to be more user-friendly. We shall see.
It’s been over a month since I last posted on my blog. Not to be cliche, but…
The snow has finally melted here on Wrights Mesa, the last storm surrendering to a canvas of winter wheat and emerging green. Miles away, the high country remains blanketed in white. Craggy peaks jut out in shades of marine blue and slate gray. The bald eagles have migrated north, and ducks and geese are mating in the canyon pond. A pair of blue herons drift peacefully above me on my morning walk, wings flapping gracefully in the calm, quiet air. The seasons’ first yellow wildflowers are blooming on the canyon rim, lilacs are starting to bud, but the aspen are still bare and naked, waiting for warmer nights and longer days. Newborn lambs and baby calves lay in soft hay and frolic in greening pastures – certain signs that spring has sprung.
Later on, dressed in our Easter finery, we went to church – which wasn’t really the big deal of the day because there were religious wars in our family and it was always an issue of which church to go to – and heard about Jesus; the Last Supper, the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. That part was sad, happy and confusing. Being nailed to a cross? Ascending into Heaven? Coming back to Earth in 3D form? Questions of reality, truth and faith, but I knew for certain that Jesus Christ was a good guy. “Jesus loved me” and he loved children. He was an advocate for peace, he forgave betrayal and he had apparently “died for our sins” – whatever that meant. His life story reminded me to be kind and compassionate to others, say my prayers and be a good girl – even when I felt like being bad.
Quick post to address the cosmos in constellation, the cosmic osmosis – what I call ‘cozmosis’ – of the last two weeks.
It’s snowing again and I’m inside writing. Perfect thing to do when it’s cold and blustery out. I recently wrote the intro for this week’s astrology column, then posted it on my Alacazem website and also on 
Sometimes I feel like a child when I’m writing about my home, this beautiful place called Colorado. Blessed with the great good fortune to have been born here – breathing clean, crisp air from the start – I am continually stunned by its strength of life and vibrantly changing seasons. Deep blue skies, majestic bald eagles and craggy peaks great me one day, the next, a blue-white foot of snow. Here we are, alive and well in the luxury of Mother Nature’s bountiful garden. Grateful and thankful, another day…
