I like to walk up to Cross of the Martyrs overlooking Santa Fe, where mountains wrap beyond my peripheral. Because I’ve needed faith these days, I’ve needed to trust, trust. It all moves so fast, I’m grateful for the cool mornings before the parties.
It’s been a Bob Dylan/Lori McKenna kind of summer and it does feel like it’s all happening. My favorite, blasting my car radio en route to the pool and that precious dive into weightlessness, stretching slowly toward it all…
Because Mars is retrograde, and the blood moon waxing, and your life—if you can believe—is aligning along with, and the guitar’s in tune and the band’s playing on.