Solar Cure (Stargate)

old adobe interior in Taos

Sunny winters are a blessing, even in the cold

The mud in the road is drying. The wind blew all day today under a blue sky in full sun. That’ll always do a number on the dirt, which is why your garden shrivels up so fast. But we can drive out now without splashing through the batter. It’s been really bad for about three weeks. If only the ruts and holes would flatten out somehow.

This has been the worst year for mud I’ve experienced in fifteen years. I can tell you that even worse than the actual danger or difficulty is the oppressed state of mind it fosters. Even if you can get through, it just feels wrong to do that to your car. Like Taos is eating your stuff.

It’s probably been over a month since I’ve walked. What with one thing or another, I haven’t had the drive. That’ll age a man faster than anything, I bet. Not the lack of exercise, but giving up partly, even for a while. Where I usually walk has been a bog. I could have gone other places to hike or left the house early while the mud was still frozen and tromped around just fine. Didn’t, though. Facing that cratered two hundred yards between the house and slightly better dirt just sucks my gumption dry.

Paseo del Pueblo Sur on 2-25-13: no potholes here, but note debris on pavement

Driving through town is a dystopian slog across broken pavement, potholes, and clouds of brown dust from dried mud in the street. Shoals of whatever sand-and-salt concoction the snow plows spread stretch along the curbs. With all the debris on the roads, you have to be careful, because it’s windshield cracking time. If anything, drivers seem even crazier, now that there’s a little drying. People pull out from parking lots to careen across both lanes and the turning lane, all at once. Stop signs equal green lights. Most vehicles are filthy with mud and dust. Businesses along the street hire guys with leaf blowers to scatter even more dust off the sidewalk. A push-broom would work so much better. Knowing how to use one, I feel like someone with an ancient secret.

The sun is wonderful, though. For days now we’ve had temperatures running twenty degrees above average. It was over sixty yesterday. Just a few years back around this date, it dropped to twenty-six below! The new warmth is like a portal opening up to change and possibility. We’ve got to leave the old adobe. It’s now or never or we’ll die here in the dirt—that’s one thing Taos teaches with a vengeance.

Teresa’s painting sits there on the kitchen counter. Her spirit gives me hope. The past is dead, there’s only Now. Don’t plan so much, just take a ride. Johnny’s on the job.

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John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. with his classical pianist wife. “Possibly the only place I can get away with this,” he says. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore (Bush’s Brain) put 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. 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.  

  • Jim Moore February 8, 2015, 10:24 AM

    Tell me again why you stay there?

    • JHF February 8, 2015, 11:10 AM

      [edited]

      Hah! Maybe because I don’t know where to go, and strategizing doesn’t work. On the other hand, anytime I blame the place, I’m usually off-center. We need a better situation, and man, are my eyes open. But I think the answer lies with me.

  • jim moore February 8, 2015, 2:04 PM

    I’ve always believed in the notion of just closing the eyes, plugging the nose, and jumping in. That’s what go you there in the first place, I think, emotions and intuition that you didn’t question. It’s what will get you to the next place, too. But it’s harder for a man of a certain age who is in love with a woman of a certain age. I’m walking that same dusty, sunlit trail.

    • JHF February 8, 2015, 4:19 PM

      Comprendo, but oh, she’d move. She’s a ball o’ fire right now, packing up her studio. I could dig it if it’s real, by which I mean there has to be a passion. I’m not feeling anything much now except a pull to cheaper housing. Insufficient! 🙂

  • theo February 8, 2015, 5:41 PM

    I thought that cat might be your sister’s. Love it.

    • JHF February 8, 2015, 10:00 PM

      Hey, Theo! It’s a great one, all right. I had a T-shirt with the same image, but I wore it out. It’s a silkscreen called “Double Espresso,” 8/200.

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