My last full day away; tomorrow I begin the long trip home made a little sweeter by an unexpected first class upgrade on the flight home.
Still not feeling as well as I’d like to feel, the pace has continued to be slow. I try not to think about the speed that my life will take come Sunday morning.
I’ve had to carefully pick and choose what is the very most essential thing to do each day. Slowed down I also paid more attention to each moment that filled my day.
Morning toast with butter and local honey.
A sunlit walk in a labyrinth partially covered in snow.
Making my annual bead ornament with my best friend.
One last short walk around Taos.
God has been a good travel guide.