While I was given a massage this Morning we listened to “In the Arms of Love”… and the music is everything I had hoped for: it creates a little oasis, an dreamy aural landscape. What a wonderful luxury a massage is. Mind drifting to the music, body relaxing and releasing tight muscles.

It is dry in Northern New Mexico. Deer are coming down from the mountain forests into people’s yards and are eating whatever plants they can find there. We collect the water before the shower gets hot in a bucket- usually about a half gallon. We cook pasta or vegetables in plain water without salt or oil so we can water a tree with the water once it has cooled down.

In the evening the wind started blowing smoke from the Pecos fire towards Santa Fe and it smelled so strong that it seemed that the fire should have been in the neighborhood. Smelling smoke is a strange sensation. It seems like thousands of years of human experience has taught us to be alert and worried when we smell smoke. That might make for some interesting dreams tonight.