greetings from new mexico

Perhaps one of the reasons I find New Mexico comfortable is the political climate is not unlike the bay area.
Obama signs far outnumber Romey's. We arrived in Taos Sunday via Albuquerque and Santa Fe. Bowl of pozole consumed, fishing license purchased and wine procured, we settled into the Mabel Dodge Luhan house, our home for a few days.

Mike and I are nesters and we like to travel to familiar places. My theory of nesting will be explained in a later post. I have come to do yoga, and Mike has come to fish.

His t-shirt reads: eat, sleep, read, but a line, fish, should be added. This is our 5th visit to this venue, and my 6th. I did a solo trip one year, but I missed the fisherman. I am much more relaxed about the yoga this year, I think I enjoy the stay at Mabel's, the Taos October light, and cottonwoods on the Rio Grande as much as the yoga. This group of 18 of us, however, 14 practitioners, one teacher, and 3 non-practicing husbands is proving to be a good one. This morning Stephanie and my outstretched arms joined hands in one of the those moments where a connection much deeper than the physical practice of yoga took place. This afternoon I took a walk down Penitente Lane. A very pleasant ritual for me.

At the end of the stations there is a cross and  below the cross offerings.