Before fear, I rode headlong into life,

Full of joy and wonder,

Summer blonde hair whipping wildly in the breeze.

Before fear, my feet were bare,

Burning on the hot summer pavement,

Brown with dirt and sun.

Before fear, I leaped and jumped,

Legs straining, stretching to make my mark,

With vitality and energy.

Before fear, my laughter was everywhere,

Ringing in the air,

Singing in my heart.

Before fear, I was always myself,

Not wondering who or what to be.

What will this crowd think of me?

Before fear, I did not think of it,

I just was,

Every moment of every day.

Now as I return, I move with hope as I pray.

Colleen Sohn

 

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I believe one of the greatest privileges I have been given as a consumer is to meet with the people who have made or grown what I am purchasing.  I love talking with tradespeople of all kinds: farmers, designers, painters, potters, and jewelers.  They all have such interesting lives and passions, and it is a pleasure to share a moment with them, speaking earnestly about what it is they do.  It gives the purchase a certain weight and reverence.

I feel particularly lucky to have met with the artisans responsible for the creation of jewelry and pottery purchased on our trip.  This is Marie Moquino, of the Santo Domingo Pueblo.  She and her husband Tom, set out their wares at Ojo Caliente.  I bought the bracelet she is stringing in the photo and a beautiful gaspeite and onyx necklace.  I asked her if I could take a picture of her working, and thankfully, she agreed.  We learned that she and her husband have lived in New Mexico, as she says, “For life.”  Kind and peaceful, we talked about their travels to various Pow-Wows around the west, relatives in Oregon, and the fact that they’ve been married for forty-nine years.  I hope to make this milestone with the joy they possessed.

We also got lucky and ran into the man responsible for making the summer owl we purchased on our last visit, and then bought its counterpart, the winter owl.  He explained that there are only two owls, despite there being four seasons.  This is representative of his people and the union of opposites.  What is even more interesting is that we bought the summer owl on the opposite side of the plaza – talk about balance and union!

Here is some of the adobe architecture I love so much, but please don’t ask me why.  I really can’t say.  I just like it.  This and the above photo are the Church of San Felipe in Albuquerque.  This building was constructed in 1793 and is still going strong.  I wonder how long our little house will last?

Finally, the return to Denver.  This was my eastern view of New Mexico.  Goodbye gorgeous!

As part of our trip east, we drove (rather Gregory did) my grandparents to New Mexico so they could visit with my grandpa’s older sister Shirley.  They spent three days together in Albuquerque while we were gallivanting around Santa Fe and Ojo Caliente.  We met up on the final leg of their Albuquerque journey, and got to see Shirley, too.  I had only met her once when I was very little, and actually have no recollection of her, just her house.  It was far from the hotel where we stayed and had a lot of wood paneling.  Aren’t memories funny?

I think my grandma jinxed this picture.  They were both smiling nicely and looking at the camera, when she exclaimed, “I never take a good picture!”  Well, whaddya know, it is a little blurry, and neither one of them is looking in the same direction.  They both look happy, though.  That is what really counts.

Look at this handsome couple: my Mom and Daddy, high school sweehearts that will be married for forty years in September!

Here we are, all together – the infamous Sohn family.  We all look so happy because we ate dinner together for the first time since, jeez, I don’t know.  It didn’t hurt that our bellies were filled with Daddy’s yummy green chile.  Food IS love sometimes, especially when it is Mexican.  Left to right, Aaron (the baby), Colleen (number two daughter), Mom, Daddy, Lara (number one daughter), and Chris (right after me).  It is a good picture.  I’ll bet my mom gets misty when she looks at it.

My adorable nephews – they are Lara’s boys, though not for much longer.  Chaz, on the left, is sixteen!  Jett is nine!  That makes me feel much older than I look, I hope.

A little background – this is the yard where I grew up.  It is rather large, and full of fun places for hiding and adventure.  The boys are sitting on and we are standing in front of one of a series of rocks that divide the upper and lower parts.  When we were little, we used to have so much fun racing, jumping from rock to rock.  I tried it again this time, but, even with longer legs, I’m not as fast as I once was.  I think a fear of falling has something to do with it.  I find it amazing to think of all I was capable of doing before fear came into the picture.  I think I’ll post more about that later…

Gregory is another year sweeter, stronger, wiser, and greater.

“For all that has been, thanks.  For all that will be, yes.”

                                                                                       Dag Hammarskjold

Happy, happy day mon amour…

Do you ever get that feeling after watching a movie, like you’ve just witnessed something so wonderful that it fills you with giddiness?

That’s precisely how I am feeling right now, after viewing King of California.  Michael Douglas and Evan Rachel Wood star as Charlie and Miranda in this kooky film about a bi-polar father and his daughter.  Upon being released from a mental institution, Charlie purchases a GPS system and follows what he believes to be the trail of a treasure lost in 1624.

After having a rather unconventional childhood, Miranda is none too pleased to have him home again and with a new obsession to boot.  In his absence, she enjoyed a degree of calm and normalcy previously unknown to her.  Though she is only a teenager, she’s purchased a car and kept up with the bills, all while working at McDonald’s.

In the beginning, Miranda struggles to keep the family afloat with Charlie’s spending and lack of a job, constantly battling him in his quest, and wishing for better days, until, there is that shift, where the impossible seems possible.

It is a thoughtful, sweet, and hilarious film about forgiveness, love, and finding a purpose in life.

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