Tag: Daoist travels

• June 4, 2013

  ‘Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa Fe’

  When the peacocks honked, I awoke and turned on my side and went back to sleep. I dreamed, off and on, that we were embedding mosaic tiles and brooches and seashells into the wooden stairs of the Santa Fe house in which we are staying. But instead of making good on the beautiful designs of…