Alas, back home after ten days in Taos. The theme of finding feathers continues. Thankfully, the sketching continues as well. There are so many stories of gratitude to share. It must (for now, at least) suffice to simply but wholeheartedly thank my beloved friend and Wonder Twin, Amy Bogard, for her complete faith in my ability to help hold the space for and gentle hearts within her workshop that is so much more than just that.
No one leaves in the same condition as upon arrival. The least of which would be me. This place, the experience and those with whom I get to share it never fail to fill me up, expand me exponentially, and then crack me wide open. I couldn't go there (literally or figuratively) without the ongoing blessing and support of my husband and daughter who somehow understand how much this trip means to me and the impact it has upon me, not only as an artist but a traveler in the deepest, rawest sense. I've come home (yet again) a much better and more focused observer of the world around me, if not a better and more focused artist through my renewed hunger and eagerness to capture it. Home again, I am fully fueled to maintain this perspective and momentum.
But even thousands of miles away from it, Taos Mountain has my heart. I am already counting the days until we are together again. For that and all of the above, I am so very grateful.
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