..and the Creek don't rise....

Honest Work Series                                                 Til'  Harvest                                                                              c- 2011

…and the Creek don’t rise…..

We returned on Sunday from a whirlwind road trip to Taos and back in just a few days. It was a dream of ours to all be together and there were times in very recent memory that we wondered out loud if it would ever happen. It happened !!

 Astute map planning cut many hours off of an already long trip. We were blessed with a reliable automobile, clear skies, beautiful stars, planets, a few meteors and a really nice ¾ moon as we drove on and on throughout the darkness. Lowel George’s “Willin” came easily to me as we passed certain towns and the numerous trucks on the way.

I love road trips.

Daytime is preferred but given the holiday and the fact that we had children with us the evening travel made the most sense. As we drove through some of the most sparsely populated parts of this country I was reminded of what a young country we are and how we have thrived beyond what could have ever been imagined just a few generations before.

We were originally a country of risk takers and dreamers. I’m not so sure anymore “what” we are but the risk takers and dreamers seem few and far between. As we passed thousands of acres of cattle ranches and various farms I was reminded that it was these industries that kept this part of the world going for hundreds of years. We soon passed the huge wind farms in Lubbock and my admiration for dreamers and risk takers resurfaced again.  Blessed are the "can-do" men / women.

We were greeted in Taos with open arms and the hospitality was overwhelming. The kids immediately went to work catching up on the current hierarchy and the novelty of having a new little fella around. Sisters Sistered, Men got to work in the kitchen and Edy was in her glory as her brood flourished. A collective sigh could be heard as we all sat together. WOW, We did it !! This is one for the wall paintings in our Village. A valuable lesson for generations to come.

I was also reminded that it was just four years ago that Saffron was hatched around another Thanksgiving Table. It’s a dream I still hold, but as of today it’s not found a place to root despite many false starts.  If this gathering has shown us anything it is that if it meant to be – it will be...............when the time is right.

Before we knew it, it was time to retrace our route back to Texas. The ride was mellow with more good talks all around. Kids slept and before we knew it we were back, road buzz and all.

Today was our first day back to yoga for a week. Aside from stiffness from sitting in a car for 30+ hours and too much rich food, the class was just what I needed. After I showered and came back out into the waiting room I overheard a discussion between and instructor and Edy about how things are never the same after beginning yoga as a practice. Boy could I relate to that! It’s not that any kind of judgment needs to be placed on that statement it has more to do with additional perspective and awareness’s than it does with anything else. I’ll call it the 1^st law of yoga. Hold on and Let Go !

 This year is not over yet but it sure has been a doozie. Plans and certainties of the first of the year shifted by the 2^nd quarter and have been shifting ever since in an almost blinding slideshow. Nothing feels certain and any hope of sure footing seems impossible. It’s also not been cataclysmic in its shifting although it sure feels like it could be. It’s been more like physical, emotional, spiritual  and professional tectonic plates moving around to find another pre-ordained alignment. It’s pretty darned exciting sometimes when it’s not so scary. I am so grateful we all get the chance to witness each other as we progress through our individual and collective evolution. It’s a vulnerability I am not at all used to but it does feel right and God Wilin' ; I’m certainly “Willin" and ready for the next.....