Santa Fe
By my count this is the fourth time I’ve been here, and I am starting to get a rough sense of where everything is now.
New Mexico, especially this part of it, is more complicated than many people know. It has all the collision of different folks that I require in order to associate with a place, but there is also an strange underlying calm here.
It’s not a calm that signifies an emptyness though, it’s a calm that’s filled with almost a, well, a power that underlies everything else. That below the surface of the pretentious art scene, the hipster baristas, the Native American entrepreneurs, the loud Texans on holiday….below it all is something far more powerful, far older, than any of us. We are it’s guests. Or maybe flies on its hide.
This is one of the few places I know of where I can get the noise level in my brain to drop to “quiet” levels. I stop freaking out about not being all the things I’m supposed to be and just become Loren. Here in the stillness.
