Monday, March 23, 2015

Ghost Ranch, Artists & Singers, Oh My

Spring Equinox Leap
(& a children's book)

First I got lost. Stopped at a little market to ask directions, a country woman.

"You go north, just keep on straight."

"Is it marked?"

She gave me an appraising look.

"If you're looking."

I laughed and called over my shoulder.

"Land's too awesome, not to look!"

Did wander lost one more time, but satisfyingly, on rambling dirt roads above Abiquiu, having come from snow peaks to wild plum and apricot orchards in bloom!

I had traveled the back of the beyond route from burnt umber volcanic basalt though cliffs of stratified creamy-ocher sandstone. The mesas had begun to show peach and rosy hues. I was headed to Ghost Ranch, beloved of the painter, Georgia O'Keefe.

A wild-assed impromptu adventure. An old friend called on Spring Equinox morning, already chockablock with gongs and Chi Gong celebration, to mention an evening performance of a male a capella chorus in which her basso husband sings.

"You might come?" she wondered.

"To Ghost Ranch? Today?"

I came roaring back after gongs and sore Chi Gong legs, stuffed the car with sleeping bag, provender, maps, and headed out.

The land grew wilder as I neared the Ranch, burnt orange and fiery reds, crossing rivers, and a cobalt sky.

Wonderfully arty folks were gathered for plein air painting workshops, out under the brilliant sun. My friend and I walked the land, among huge old cottonwoods, firs and wild plum in bloom. Early in the day, she had listened to honeybee music, a grand old plum tree alive with their sound.

That night we sat in the window alcove of a high abobe room with sweet acoustic as the men sang like angels, like thunder, like the dawn of the world.

We came out into Equinox night alight with stars, and with little flashlights started up the zigzag trail to the mesa top.

"Look at the moon!" the basso leading the way alerted us. Just rising over the ancient land, a cradle, the new moon, silver, the old moon penumbra in her arms. 

And as suddenly she set.

Equinox Whimsy
A story about being bullied, for being different. The fourth Wayfaring Traveler book; color illustrations by Wayfarer's mother.


At March 24, 2015 at 7:31 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, I'll try again....
Coming our way 31 March.
So very proud of you, gal!
And I just figured out what's going on!

At March 25, 2015 at 6:22 AM , Blogger Wayfarer said...

Oh that tickles me so! Hope the library does a spring read-aloud for the kiddos.

At March 27, 2015 at 4:59 PM , Blogger Wayfarer said...

Note to Simi Valley, perhaps new to this venue and to feastandfamine.blogspot

Neither blog is set up as social media like fb; I delete plugs for businesses. You'll just find nature- and people-rich storytelling here and articles at f&f.

Thanks for checking in.


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