10 September 2016
Guess who is staying in the only haunted room of the guest house? The home, at one time, belonged to Witter Bynner, poet and writer, who at one time wrote under the penname Emanuel Morgan. The Shaman room, in which I am staying, was where he wrote and eventually died.
Dan, the co-owner just related two instances of people’s dreams in the room. The first occurred when another published writer was staying in the room for two or three nights and on the last night dreamed there was a tall, dark figure that walked across the room when the ceiling opened up and the figure rose through the ceiling to the sky. The published writer had been suffering from writer’s block for several years. He got up and wrote for the next three hours. He related it to Dan and profusely thanked him for the dream freeing him of the block.
The second reporting was a middle aged daughter and elder mother who stayed three or four nights and on the last night the daughter was telling the mother of her dream of a tall, dark man walking across the room and sitting in a chair. The mother, astounded, said she had the very same dream. The mother kept a journal and as they were packing up to leave, couldn’t find her journal.
They had previously bought a bottle of vodka and it was on the desk. It begin to rock back and forth and bump into the wall behind the desk. They originally thought earthquake but nothing else in the room was moving. They checked the bottle and nothing appeared amiss. They checked to see if the desk was level and there was the journal, directly under the vodka bottle. Stay tuned!
For those of you who follow my itinerary, I had scheduled a massage through the inn with Steven Borges. Somehow, we got our signals crossed and instead of a 10 am deep tissue massage yesterday, I had the massage today at 11:30 am. I drove to his studio and he found I was a little tense. After 75 minutes, as stated, I was putty. You do get a little knotted up after two arduous hikes and a 10 hour drive.
Today, I met Steve Kerr who used to work for the Broward County Library until he retired and then was the chief librarian at Stonewall Library and Archives when I was a volunteer. We got to be good friends and we kept in contact over the years after he moved to a retirement community in Santa Fe.
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We had lunch at Cafe Pasquals, one of the older and more celebrated restaurants in Santa Fe. It was a 20 minute wait at 1:30 pm, but worth it. It was nominated for a James Beard award in 1999 for best southwestern restaurant.
From there we walked to the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum. It was an excellent collection and spanned most of her career. There were plenty of photographs of her by her husband Steiglitz. It’s the largest collection of O’Keeffe I’ve seen.
Steve then gave me a tour of Santa Fe and his retirement community. It would be very easy to fall in love with Santa Fe. Steve is leaving Monday for a trip in the Black Hills and we both agreed we are very lucky to be able to chase our dreams at our age.
Tomorrow is a 7 1/2 hour drive to the south rim of the Grand Canyon!
