All of this talk about the northern lights makes me miss my own home wonders. I am a native of the land of enchantment. There are so many beauties there. I can hear the wind move through the canyons....smell the sand mixed with the bittersweet smell of sage brush, pinon, and juniper. I can hear the coyotes cry to mother moon. I can feel the warm breath of the fire and hear it wisper the secrets of time. I miss New Mexico so much. It has such beauty and such grace. I was in Cincinnati this weekend and it remindes me so much of Albuquerque. It's a city with its own culture...its own history. I saw buildings and walked streets that are many years old. Home...home...San Felipe de Neri in old town square with its crusifix that makes one feel so guilty that it is hard to hold in the tears. Home...home. I miss the desert.
Shelley
"Wecome to the goldrush....wait till after dark...open up the cealing....we'll be realing...we'll be breathing on a spark.."