My raven friends accompanied me on a run this morning. In spite of altitude, I managed a brisk and energetic half hour on the paths, which will serve me well on this big day.
…..and to move over to Mabel’s. Closer to the mountain, closer to the classroom, where I finally get access today.
I stopped by Mabel’s grave after my run, to say hi, and to ask her blessing on my work here. Taos always tests, and I always walk humbly here.
Looking forward to being nearer the mountain in the coming days. This morning she was shrouded in mists and mystery. I feel a bit that way myself.
As I ran the lanes and paths and roads I’m so fond of here, I pondered the teachers I have had in the past, in art, music and life in general. My hope is to channel their love and enthusiasm into my own work this week.
I also welcome any hidden folk along the way who’d like to be helpful…