old-fashioned road trip

      photo by kaci

texas is really big. not as big as british columbia, but big. almost every day feels like a road trip. going to yin yoga in the hip town of marfa takes 35 minutes. even so, kleo and i had to take an official road trip for old times sake, with an extra couple suitcases for the baby.

we had to get out into the wild. see the desert. i needed to really feel her, from sun up to down, in stone houses and cold nights, beyond the barbed wire grid of the owned west, into big bend national park, the rio grande where kleo spent years as a raft guide, the huge, bare, stone-painted mountains, the thin whisper creeks that shine silver and disappear like magic beneath rock beds. and, yes, a tarantula.



it's so dang beautiful here. inspires me to love love love my home, even if it means driving more, learning to ski, stretching myself on weekends. i made a b.c. bucket list, including the friends i'll adventure with.

going to soak up this dry home a few more days, then make the journey north. curious what will rise in the settling. who will i be in the last months of winter? i anticipate the hibernation, spinning lessons and practice, major knitting schemes and some simple, everyday work. nothing fancy. i love the snow of home and the dark and how it calls me In. i miss it.

love to you,

k.