Week 24, 2026
Location: Santa Fe & Tesuque, NM
What I saw:
A white washed Gothic Altar.
What I heard:
This young pianist had the entire room transfixed at the opening soirée for the Santa Fe Magazine Festival. (Comedic intro courtesy of a ubiquitous ringtone and Tania Katan)
What I smelled:
Lavàre…the scent in its final form washed through the halls of 102 W San Francisco imparting a simultaneity of freshness and calm. The notes include: orris, basil, sandalwood, a bathwater & marseille soap accord and 3 types of lavender (including a few drops of a locally grown variety from Los Poblanos farm gifted to me by the distiller).
What I tasted:
An Osmanthus Pu-erh tea aptly named “Vaulted Canopy”.
Had the most connective morning forest bathing experience with 3 beautiful women (led by Barbara Deppman, a magnetically fascinating human and my newest friend crush), we smelled dripping pinõn sap as if we were inhaling our lovers necks…meditated on rocks embedded with the fossilized remnants of ancient sea life and then shared tea out of little wooden cups while discussing how the material effected the taste. Every day I fall more and more in love with New Mexico and all the incredible women who’ve ended up here.
What I touched:
Early morning beatitude at Santa Cruz lake.
What I wore:
A wild snake as a bracelet.
This is what happens when I go on a night walk after a few gin & tonics…I become a goth snow white and can’t resist picking up and cuddling all the crawling and slithering creatures of the darkness.
What I desired:
What I read:
Rapunzel’s Daughters.
(Thank you kb & Angela.)
What I thought:
About all the ways I can forget myself, inspired by this Žižek quote:
“The obsessive desire to know yourself is itself a pathology. You’re not healed when you wholly understand yourself but when you don’t matter to yourself anymore. You’re healed once you internalize you must fight for something bigger than yourself: you fight for your family, you fight for love, you fight for art, you fight for meaning. Maybe you fight for political change or perhaps you’re a fanatical writer or scientist. The real goal of psychoanalysis is paradoxical; its precisely to liberate yourself from yourself - to bring you to the point where you can finally forget about yourself and work for a greater cause.”