Have spent time, isolated, in northern New Mexico, with only about thirty families, scattered around a mountain valley, no more than five or six together as the largest group. Rarely saw any of them. After the summer, had worked out one model, of the unity that just is. It was time to go back to civilization.

The journey has never stopped, it continues in ebbs and flows. May you enjoy the journey as much or more than I, including the views and the scents of the flowers.