Last Day

Yesterday morning I woke up to snow capped mountains surrounding Ghost Ranch, the soil moist with the rainfall overnight and the mountain blue birds happy in the damp soil, the woodpecker working away on the old tree outside the mess hall.

This morning it is 5AM and I am awake in an Albuquerque motel hoping to make it home on my 7AM flight.   Yesterday the airports were all closed up due to ice and snow which forced me to change my flight and spend the night here.  

Finding myself curled in the bed with my book at 7:30 last night, maybe the delay was a blessing in disguise.   Leaving the Ghost Ranch is hard.  The women gathered there became very close over the two weeks and one put it like being on the phone with someone and not wanting to be the one who hangs up first.  We sat and talked and tried to say goodbye.   Finally the time comes and we all go our own way.  We had even talked about the time of decompressing upon our "re-entry" into our lives.  Until you've spent time on the Ghost Ranch maybe it's hard to know what it's like.

I had every intention of writing every day about my time there, sharing pictures and what-not but I guess my body and my soul had a different thing in mind.  I slipped away from the internet, from the phone and from all the normal grind and poured myself into the work and the ranch.

What a blessing to have places like that on the p that we can slip away and experience a rest like that. 

Now I'm off to find a real cup of coffee and head to the airport and this time I'm pretty sure I'll make it home - and I'm ready.

Thanks universe :)