Nothing like New Mexico
When I drove up onto this vista, the words that popped out of my mouth were: “There is nothing like New Mexico.” I am so humbled by and so grateful for that statement. I am having a remarkable experience. I live in the most beautiful place in the world. Even my home is beautiful, my block, my neighborhood, my town. When I make a teeny bit of effort and either go down to the Rio, out to the mesa or up to the mountains, I am even more blown away by the deep beauty I have the privilege of residing in.
I wanted to go to happy hour down by the river. So I packed an herbal iced tea, tortilla chips and guacamole and headed off. As I drove south, thunderheads loomed. But I can never tell in which direction they are heading: coming or going. Literally, as soon as I got to the parking lot at the river, the storm clouds burst and a heavy rain fell. Believe me, I am super grateful for the rain. May it keep raining more and more all summer long. Taos needs it.
After happily munching on chips and sipping tea, the rain finally subsided and I got out of the car and walked down the boat launch to the Rio. Here’s how high the water is:
Last year, the water was receded past that bunch of grass on the left. And the water level was so low you could easily swim across. It was packed with family and young kids in the evenings. As you can see, not a soul in sight this afternoon. I walked in up to my ankles. The water was cold. And so was the air. Laugh out loud: the one day I decided to go down to the Rio and cool off, and it’s freeeezing not hot at all!
The smell of the salt water reminded me of Back East, most specifically the Cape. So too the wet weeds reminded me of back home. Taos is home now and has been for a while. Though sometimes I think I should move, for reasons that are really not sound enough, I am brought back to a place of complete humility to have the opportunity to live here.
Taos is beautiful. I love it here.