HERE AND NOW

I live in Santa Fe but I am not a Santa Fean. At least not one of those prairie dog hugging, horse saving, crystal rubbing, chakra aligning, farmers marketing, Whole Food shopping, micro brew drinking, lama raising, goat herding, hippy dippying, pound puppying, pet parenting, chicken clucking, gluten avoiding, fragrance loathing, surgical mask wearing, air filtering, contrail fearing, drone ducking, daily journaling, self diagnosing, bipolaring, O’Keeffe worshipping, art snobbing, money toting, mansion building, Land Rover driving, adobe craving, Meem miming, culture robbing, helicopter parenting, lawn watering, gate locking, Santuario pilgrimming, Espanola hating, types. But I like it here. My wife likes it here. And we intend to stay. A pissed off, tow truck driving, small-time politician once called me a "hippie drifter" with all the fury and vocabulary he could muster. I think he meant it as an insult. I wasn't insulted. I always knew where home was. We've been other places, done other things and finally drifted back to where we are supposed to be. I documented the long, unhappy sojourn in Texas and the journey home on my old blog. There are all kinds of things to read, some of them about Santa Fe. Check it out. Then come back. I plan to be here a long time.