I was told when I moved to Taos that the mountain either accepted you, or turned you away. Based on the quick success in making this my home, more than one friend commented that “The mountain has really accepted you!

Sometimes I wish that I practiced an old religion, an ancient religion. One in which the Mountain literally accepted me, and in doing so brought me into community with the other people of the Mountain. It protects me, chides me on my failures, laughs at my jokes, misses me when I’m away. Alas.