Not quite ready to return to reality after my New Mexican desert escape, I ventured out to attend Happy Hour with my favorite IT Team and feasted on this boatload of sushi. If there's anything better than seeing the amazing group of IT faces that I'd been missing over the past couple of weeks, it's eating cheap gourmet sushi and drinking half price wine at a local hot spot, HIRO 88. What a perfect way to come back down to earth after leaving it so unexpectedly.
Park Ranger Steve was a valuable resource to me in my quest for petroglyphs on the Piedras Marcadas Canyon Trail, complete with an info session on how former inhabitants grounded up stuff on this big flat rock. But not only did I find and learn more about petroglyphs in this hugely spiritual place, but I also sent up some of the biggest prayers I've ever prayed in my life. And upon returning back to Rio Rancho, I actually saw the fruits of my labor in action.
But oddly, as I hiked back down from the volcanic rubble-y covered canyon to revert back into Jeep-mode, Walgreens sat there staring me in the face. Complete and total sacrilege seeing this clash of history versus modern culture sitting there right next to one another, but I'm not going to let that mess with all those prayers waiting to be answered. Nope.
In search of inner peace, I found myself at the top of Sandia Crest where I took this selfie along with some unbelievable pictures with my Nikon DSLR of the breathtaking view. The Sandia Mountains and aerial panoramic view of Albuquerque completely blew me away, and I left that enchanted place feeling a little more empowered. And not only was the actual visit magical, but winding in, out, and around the mountains in my parents' jeep was an unforgettable experience in itself.
Inner peace... channeled, at least.
This was me rocking and rolling around on the desert dunes after learning some extremely unsettling news about certain ruthlessness that had actually taken place. You do what you have to do, and I decided to take my frustration out this way. I made it back to the homestead ok but still miffed as ever.
This is precisely how my life perspective got kicked in the pants today - by riding on the back of my Dad's motorcycle through the scenic desert-y sands of New Mexico, pitstop for fry bread at Jemez Pueblo included. And now I'm feeling all adrenaline rushed with no desire of coming back down again, because who would, right? And I'm also left wondering...
How have I NOT been doing this all my life???
When the earth got yanked from beneath my feet after that unexpected job loss (elimination, technically), family stepped in and invited me to escape to the southwestern desert for a total brain reboot. So here I am after landing in Albuquerque, New Mexico yesterday afternoon. And while I know this whole experience is the perfect zen-like place to regroup and get back into the game, I also know that stabbing feeling deep in my chest will take some time to fade away. But at least being here is helping me achieve my goals of 1.) Not going into Hermit Mode and 2.) Moving forward and attacking my job search with a vengeance.
... without any notice whatsoever.
The new chapter begins.
I mean, we didn't literally tear up the tennis court, just to be clear so my tennis team and I don't get ourselves banned from playing tennis on the fitness center courts. But FIGURATIVELY my teammate and I tore it up out there like nobody's business. All kinds of things went right for us, from my serve being SPOT ON to the opposing players showing badminton-like tendencies, e.g. trying to smash the ball like a birdie instead of an actual tennis ball, two very different things weight-wise.
What's an Empty Nester to do when a college student returns home for Easter? Color eggs, of course. And now the nest is looking all fancy with bright pastel-colored eggs, at least until said eggs end up in breakfasts and salads over the upcoming week. Must enjoy this pseudo-full nest while I can, in the meantime.
I am Brenda Swenson and sometimes I blog.