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DEPARTMENTS Home at last
While time has been known to fly, around here we prefer it to amble. If you came to New Mexico to see time take wing or even gallop, perhaps you need to learn at least how to make it trot—otherwise you might miss one of the bigger points of living in the Land of Enchantment. Striving for a moment of suspended time, for the sensation of time standing still, or—best of all—for timelessness are all worthy goals. Fortunately, these timely concepts come with the territory. New Mexico has been known to inspire in many the sense that time has been wrestled to a slower pace; it barely moves for some, and it can even go backward for brief moments, giving us the illusion that we are glancing over our shoulder seeing what life was like before we came along. This deep sense of perspective or history pervades the atmosphere, but only if we are not in our cars, on the phone or computer, or eating anything that might be considered “fast.” There are certain atmospheric conditions that can trigger such waves of what might be considered timelessness, or at the very least nostalgia.
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For me, major markers can be such things as the smell of piñon either burning in a fireplace or exuding its scent from its branches under the hot sun; sunlight streaming through a window, stirring a miniature world of dust motes amidst an atmosphere in which no mechanical noises are apparent; the night sky when the Milky Way is in full glory; intense blue skies with a lone raptor on patrol; petroglyphs anywhere. To further and enhance these moments, I have barricaded myself in a home full of a hundred different small signals that time is under arrest. To read the complete story, please find Su Casa at your local newsstand or order it online here or by phone at 505-344-1783 or toll-free 866-256-4925.
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