Birthday Weekend Noted

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Sometimes it takes a goddamn buffalo. In this case, buffalo tenderloin. That was my birthday dinner Saturday night in an open patio setting that was pure old Taos. It really was disgustingly nice. We walked there from several blocks away along a route we knew from living in a condo once upon a time. There’s a passageway at the back of a patio beside a gallery that takes you through a little parking lot, across an alley, and into the next street. Only locals know it’s there. The quick damp chill inside the dark adobe walls felt old world European to me. This was also less than terrible, as I noted at the time, and I had a vision of living in walking distance of wonderful restaurants where we could spend lots of money without having to drive all the way to Santa Fe first. This was almost cunning in its brilliance. The corollary was a secret sacred studio in a fine insane location, and lo, I did rejoice.

We were going to go to Pagosa Springs, Colorado for an overnighter as a birthday trip. I have a cyber-buddy there who had me psyched to check it out. The day before, something told me not to go, and being me, I cancelled. That resulted in the tenderloin, you see, and and any benefit deriving therefrom. While this switch was underway, that very afternoon in fact, the guy in Pagosa had a heart attack! On my birthday, in the town where I was going, and he’s only forty-three! Doing fine now, and I’m glad.

This afternoon I hiked again at Taos Valley Overlook. I could see for ninety miles and no one else was on the trail. Seventy-five degrees and a stiff cool breeze. Sometimes I spontaneously pray out there. I did today and hit a thing that made me cry a little in the open air with white clouds etched into a perfect blue. I don’t know what to make of that except that something must be true. A collared lizard looked at me and froze until I passed.

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John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it in a review of John’s first book, Buffalo Lights is the work of a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” John is the author of BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed) and blogs regularly here at JHFARR.COM. His latest projects are both named GODDAMN BUFFALO: purchase NFTs at OpenSea and read new writing at Substack! See also → John’s Twitter profile, Amazon Author Page, video channel at YouTube, and website photos at SmugMug. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.  

  • theo August 12, 2014, 6:51 AM

    Nice, John. Belated annual solar circumferential journey!

  • Karen August 12, 2014, 8:24 AM

    Belated Happy Birthday, Johnny! My youngest, Rhonda, has a birthday today, the 12th…44 years old! I’m sure this coming year will be the best year of your life…so much freedom and no encumbrances to hold you back! Enjoy! Life is good!

  • Fw August 12, 2014, 10:00 AM

    Happy Birthday John, always look forward to your musings..!!

  • Ian August 12, 2014, 10:44 AM

    Happy birthday John!

  • JHF August 12, 2014, 11:00 AM

    Thanks, everyone! All is well.

    And for the record, the new eyeglasses from Zenni Optical that I ordered online are damned good. Cost? Less than one-seventh my previous pair. Good Lord!

  • Marti Fenton Whitedeersong August 12, 2014, 4:09 PM

    Yes, Happy Personal New Year. Ah, Taos the beautiful and difficult place that it is. May your lovely dinner be a sign of the coming year.

    • JHF August 12, 2014, 10:24 PM

      Thanks, Marti.

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