09/08/2026
I was sitting on the porch of a laundry mat in Red River, New Mexico.
It was raining.
I was crying.
…. crying because I was reading THIS BOOK.
When I got home, EVERYTHING changed.
That was many years ago.
Now, I re-read this book every now and then and make frequent trips to the mountains where I can just quietly sit and think and plan and make changes.
Then, on the road between Cimmeron and Springer (the stretch of road we now call “Idea Road”), I pull out my journal and start reading my list of ideas off to my husband, who is driving.
That’s where the magic happens - right there, rumbling down “Idea Road” in our Subaru. I bounce my crazy ideas off of him and he bounces them right back. We play this game as long as it takes (sometimes all the way back to Amarillo) to formulate a plan for the upcoming months - new projects, new ventures, new schemes, new shenanigans.
I am re-reading this book right now, we have been home from our latest trip to the mountains for 3 weeks, and things are starting to shift.
Once again, change is in the air.
(AI was not used in this post.)
