Grace, there is no other word for the inexplicable good fortune that finds me working and walking, for almost half a life-time now, in the Silver Hills that lie south of Santa Fe in New Mexico.
My creative out-put for this life-time can be viewed as a sprawling, dappled and occasionally celebratory journal of my existence.
Now and then I get to travel. This year, in view of strong family connections, I chose to spend time in Antrim and Connemara in Ireland. Whilst no longer identifying as either Irish, English or American, the fruits of my traveling in that lovely land that marries earth to sky has left a feeling of having touched my own roots. So now, I am pondering some small Irish landscapes in the works!
“Vision never sets.”
Chogyam Trungpa
Chogyam Trungpa