High Desert Life

Its unanimous…there is really no place in this country quite like Taos, New Mexico. I assume that this little town’s unique nature is rooted in its rich and tainted history. The oldest remaining pueblo in the country physically remains the heart of town…and with the only fully protected water shed still left in America, one could technically drink straight from the headwaters which flow down through the village from Blue Lake (Ba Whyea)…a sacred site to the Taos Tribe. “…Our tradition and our religion require people to adapt their lives and activities to our natural surroundings so that men and nature mutually support the life common to both.” Taos vibrates along with these words of a Taos elder. Thus emanates Taos’ style, the people who choose it…the people it chooses. It has that island-life feel that can make you a bit feverish but keeps calling you back. When you come, they say the Mountain either accepts you or rejects you. It is something energetic, magnetic. It’s both scientific and spiritual. A tight balance is kept here; a balance that you quickly become part of and possibly over-whelmed by, whether you know it or not. I often fight it but learned quickly…you cant fight it. I often wish it were different but, then, it wouldnt be Taos. Its rugged beauty is framed in southern Rocky Mountains. Sky and land stretch far, making simple gazes into the distance the deepest of thoughts. Most days flood the senses with intense sky-scapes glittered in sunlight which highlight the bare-earth colors that paint this magical place. It’s raw, edgy and tough. It’s accepting, tolerant and loving. One has no choice but to succumb to the stronger power of nature and to live in direct cohesion with it as well as the vibrational pulse that filters people in, out and this way and that. And as much as I may try to deny it, this place has a firm grip on us. We are tiny cogs in something turning…and represent some tiny facet of the ever-revolving, ever-morphing, ever-shifting balance of lightness and darkness. A balance so delicate, it is tipped by the faintest whisper of intention.


Wintery walks on the property


Aerial views 1


Aerial views 2


Fresh, organic, local popsicles

As winter now gives way to spring, our hibernating spirits give way to more enlivened versions of themselves.  We are moving with more energy. Doing all the things Spring makes you do and thinking all the thoughts Spring makes you think. There are lots of starts in the greenhouse and baby chicks on their way. Not to mention 70 degree days in the 15-day forecast. It is difficult to imagine any other life than the one we’ve built. Living mortgage free in an eco-home we designed in our heads and built with our hearts was the dream. Alas, we find ourselves at an inevitable crossroad; one we’ve anticipated for some time now. When we began building, it was our intention for this structure to be the guest house…and now, 3 ½ years later, we have 2 kids. As much as we love it and are so blessed by the house’s off-grid efficiency, our little family will quite soon outgrow it. As it stands, we need to expand on the project and build a house which will be big enough to host the years ahead. Here is where we are torn. Do we continue to pour resources here or instead call this endeavor good and move forward and onto something else? Our dream of having a small-farm and being fully sustainable has just changed shape a bit in our minds now that there are two kids along for the ride. Taos has enabled and afforded us this cosmic position we find ourselves in. For now, we wait patiently for the time to be right for a gentle transition and an opportunity to continue this adventure elsewhere. And we welcome the new season and the renewal of life it brings.


Spring efforts


Bhody already 10 months old


Our Amercan Gothic


Backyard moon-rise views





To the desert go prophets and hermits; through desert go pilgrims and exiles. Here the leaders of the great religions have sought the therapeutic and spiritual values of retreat, not to escape but to find reality.

-Paul Shepard