Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Recognizing Taos Valley

I rarely go back to places I already visited (Arcachon was THE expection!) and not because I wouldn't love to ... no, it's because ... there are so many other places on my bucket list :-)

What never happened to me though, at least not until my recent trip to New Mexico, is to travel to a place and to feel like ... coming home.
Unreal.
Surreal.
I believe in reincarnation and I know about arriving in new places that feel familiar. Do you know what I mean? Like you already know the place even though you know you don't?
Well, this time though, the feeling was much stronger. Way stronger.
It happened on the road to Taos (coming from Santa Fe). The funny thing was that I wasn't even supposed to take this particular road into Taos. I had planned on taking the "old road" up to Taos, wanting to visit Chimayo and other small towns along that road. But then, at the last minute, I decided against it and stayed on the "new road". Intuition? I don't know but if I hadn't taken the new road, I would have missed the Taos Valley!


Suddenly it was there. In front of me. In all of its greatness and vastness. I had to stop, get out of the car, take a look, soak it up (I went back the next day just to make sure that the feeling really was what it was ... it was!).
Oh my.
It was ... I can't explain. Overwhelming. Dizzying. I felt like smiling and crying at the same time. I stood there for what felt like an eternity, couldn't get myself to leave. Just looking at the vastness and seeing the canyon in the distance? I don't know. It did something to me. Like deep down.
It wasn't until last week though that I realized what these feelings were about. It really felt like coming home. BEING HOME. And that per se is really strange because I never feel "really at home" somewhere. Not in the place I grew up in, or the place I live. "Home", for me, has never been a place. It's more something I feel in the inside of me. (Mmmh, now that I think of it, I will have to write a post about the topic of what "home" means or does not mean to me...)
Okay, were was I? Right. How Taos Valley felt like home. Surprisingly so. It was exhilarating.
Am I going crazy, you wonder? Well, I don't know and I honestly don't care. What I know is how I felt in that particular moment. And it was glorious!

The pictures taken don't give the place and my feelings of it enough credit. Ah, photos rarely capture a "feeling" and this place place was just ... too majestic to fit into one tiny little picture :-)






Did you spot the canyon in the distance? Well, on my way to Mesa Verde, two days later, I drove just over the bridge of that exact canyon. I hadn't realized that my onward way of this trip would take me there :-)

the bridge over the canyon


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