This is Where I am Located

I am in northeastern New Mexico.  An hour east from Las Vegas, New Mexico.  An hour and a half south from Taos.  Two hours northeast from Santa Fe and three hours north of Albuquerque.  I am located in a box canyon outside of a hamlet called Ocate.  In a county of 1,944 square miles with a population of 5,200 people.  I have no sense of the number of mountain lion, bob cat, bear, badgers, racoon, porcupine, deer, and elk, let alone cattle or sheep.  But I do know that there still is wildlife, predators and prey, a mix out of balance, but lives that run freely and live off the land.

 The box canyon is called Los Hueros (the blonds, named after the Castilians).  It is about as remote as one can get in the United States, is my sense.  Rimmed by the Sangre de Cristo mountains and blessed with big sunrises washing the sandstone mesa, its sunsets tinge banks of white cumulous clouds in the east, sending god songs across its vastness. Blueness, true as Technicolor, lifts my eyes upwardly in awe of the colour-wash doming this canyon. 

When I returned for a short trip in October. I knew that I must return to live once again.   I am clearly a mountain woman seeking solitude, clear air, water, good soil, and a way-of-life that feeds my soul with nature’s bounty, pristine and intact.

I bought chickens as soon as I arrived, planted my subterranean greenhouse, which now provides my winter greens. 

It is here that I will write my books, feed my soul, and calm my inner fire.  It is a good place for humans to align in oneness with the universe.  Nature heals and can unite our disparate parts together into wholeness.  I have experienced that in the past and am relying upon it now. 

I awaken daily, with joy.  Fall asleep with gratitude, nightly.  A good prescription for this woman.   

This is where I am located.

Kat
25 January 2019