Our last day in Santa Fe, and we packed, plotted and putzed. Kay and I both had a teeeny bit of shopping left to do.
We drove to the Plaza and happened into a native pottery shop. Wow. Things were quiet, and the shopkeeper had time for us. We ended up hearing her story, and connecting in some significant ways. Her name is Suzelle. It means so much when you find you are so much "on the same wave length" with a stranger. She seemed disappointed that we would be leaving town the next morning, her day off.
I left Kay in Ortega's with a clerk trying to talk her into expensive jewelry, and wandered for a while. I eventually purchased sweet grass, sage, a simple turquoise ring, and, for Jack, a pocket knife. I also snapped a few photos. And, look:
And, there's my reflection. On the Plaza, my last day.
After a lovely dinner, we decided to search for Starbucks and catch up on email. We found a patio Starbucks (no inside service). Who knew? So we sat on the patio, split a cookie, and admired the clouds. It was a lovely evening.
And watched. Until it was gone. Stunning.
I also wanted to get a good view of the stars. At Chaco Canyon, and again at Ghost Ranch I felt an ache to be out there in the dark, watching overhead. I didn't get that, but what I did get was a really nice view through the skylight at bedtime that last night. Simple, nothing too showy or dazzling, but still a great gift.
We left around seven a.m. for the airport, and to return the rental car, and winged our way home on two easy-peasy (as Lilia would say) flights with a short layover in between in Denver.
On the first flight, I sat across from a guy who was taking his grandchildren on their first flight ever. They squealed when we left the ground. He was at least as excited as they were!
On the second flight, I sat by the loveliest woman! Suzanne and I live pretty near each other, are involved in similar work, and, at the end of the conversation discovered we have the same spiritual director!
And, as we found ourselves close to home, I watched out the window, and noticed how very green everything is. Iowa is really a beautiful state, and I truly enjoy living here. I love Northern New Mexico, don't get there that often, but it doesn't really matter. I know I will go back. Besides. Beauty is everywhere. Beauty is where you choose to find it.