Oh fiddle-dee-dee. I wrote a post yesterday and it got lost. I wish I could use language the way Brad the Gorilla does, but NO, I am now a Waldorf kindergarten teacher (assistant), which is even more straight-laced than a children's librarina. Well, just for that, I will NOT tell you that last evening we went to a (free) concert by the Santa Fe Pro Musica sponsored by our bank, First National Bank of Santa Fe, complete with an exquisite buffet supper, totally unparalled by anything we have experienced in the East. There is much to be said for the quality of life here.

This morning i went for a check-up by my new doctor and waited not one whit in the waiting room. The restrooms are clean and un-locked. Everything was there under one roof. The receptionist, the nurse, and the doctor were all wonderfully friendly. I so wish we all could livelike this.

Yikes. I thought that moving to Santa Fe from Washington DC would be... getting away from the frenetic Eastcoast ratrace to a more civilized way of life. In many ways that is true. This evening we (Ricardo and I) went to a lovely, intimate chamber music evening with the Santa Fe Pro Musica. The bank manager knew us and had issued the invitation.

But earlier in the day a colleague, new, at the Santa Fe Waldorf School , had expressed frustration at the nice-sounding words of fellowship and inclusion, but what for her was the reality fo everyone being too busy for each other. And some other new teachers chimed in with assent. And an old-timer said that the tension upon returning to Santa fe from parts more relaxed was palpable and visceral. Well, well, well. Oy, gewalt. Something to ponder.

Today is the 3rd anniversary of Bartzy's funeral, which was both wrenching and glorious. A movie was suggested for this evening - we had not been to one together for quite a while - and "World Trade Center " opened today. I agreed to this one with alacrity. Normally I might well avoid it, but to join my sorrow to those who grieved at that time and continue to grieve (and don't we all?) seemed just right.

I am beginning to get my new little workspace cum guest room (at least for one person) in shape.The little shrine to the beloved departed who have gone to the other side of the veil is metamorphizing. But it is coming together. On a related subject, I am beginning to use the dishes which had belonged to my grand mother and great-grandmothers. I understand that the gnomes (or root beings) chortle with glee each time someone breaks a dish.

Just a postscript. I wrote this on the 12th, but it didn't get uploaded until the 13th, which accounts for the discrepancy between the date and the anniversary of Bart's transition into Grace.

Here I am in Santa Fe. It is hard to believe that a year ago I had never been in Santa Fe, let alone thought about living here. It is a miracle! And I believe that I have a job, which is no small thing when one moves to Santa Fe. It is just what I wanted - to be a kindergarten assistant in the Waldorf School. Deo Gratia!

In looking back at the previous entry, I see that my hopes were not so naive. This landscape supports a different way of being in the world, and I hope that quite soon (after the unpacking) that the elemental life will seep into my very bones.