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Yvonne Pesquera

I took this picture on last night’s gorgeous walk through Kit Carson Park. The walk was so gorgeous, I did it again at lunchtime today. And yup, the view of Taos Mountain still looked like this.

I don’t want to be cheesy. I don’t want to be faux-spiritual. But the mountain invigorates me. Maybe because it acts as a constant reminder: I achieved my dreams of living in a beautiful place and working in a career I love. But then again, I did that in other fabulous places. Obviously, New York tops the list in perpetuity. Nevertheless, San Diego, Colorado and Boston each had their own thing going for it.

New York will always reign supreme; after all, it is HOME.

Taos is the only other place that touches my soul – deeply.

I look at the mountain (which you can see from practically all over the county) and I see the strength and dignity in the quietude. I have a gazillion photos of Taos Mountain because she has moods and phases. My favorite picture to this day is printed large and framed on my living room wall: El Dorado, the city of gold.

Whenever I am feeling down, lost, confused – all I need to do is take a walk. I know health experts suggest that idea to get the blood moving and I do believe that. But taking a walk in Taos takes on a whole other dimension: one of inspiration. Walking in the valley of the mountain, I momentarily take leave of the problems in my mind, my body, my heart, my wallet, y todo. And instead I plug into a spirit – that is way larger than me, that is way older than me. I lean in.