Taos, NM 3/1/23: Outside, snow falls light and quiet like angels and spiced woodsmoke scents the night; we burn palo santo and sleep with the window cracked while the fire dances in shadows across our bodies and Venus and Jupiter dance above. In this 400-year old earthen home, centuries of others have slept, ate, prayed, made love, and that history feels palpable like a hidden overlay we move through...
