These Advent trips always feel like they end too quickly. I just get in the rhythm of retreat in the High Country, when it's time to pack up and depart. Before we leave, there is always conversation and commitment to return to this place next year. That suits my soul.
Last night was one final meal of blue corn enchiladas and then a drive around the Plaza to see the newly lit decorations.
Advent stockings by the fire, an annual tradition.
A last word about baggage. This year, unlike previous years, I only had one box of things that wouldn't fit in the suitcase to mail home. Definitely lightening up.
Traveling mercies.
Ended up having time for a labyrinth in Santa Fe.
































