I am leaving Sunday for Ghost Ranch. It is where Georgia O’Keefe painted those wild desert landscapes.
There are red rocks against the sky, huge pillars of rock.
A labyrinth of stones. I will walk among the stones and sky.
There is a green field at Ghost Ranch.
Some people go there and don’t like it at all. They don’t like the simplicity of the place. They don’t like the lack of amenities. That’s a fine word that means you have stuff around you to support pretty.
You don’t feel pretty without that stuff.
Last time I was there, I shared a room with Kim Dower. She made it a party.
Ghost Ranch isn’t elegant, it’s stark and beautiful.
The ranch has been owned by the Presbyterian Church since 1955. The church runs day camps there but anyone can visit.
To experience the ranch is to realize that sky enters your body.
It will rain while we are there. Even the sky has forgiveness.