Ghost Ranch posts my story on its website about my trip there this summer:
Ghost Ranch website
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Friday, November 7, 2014
New Mexico's Ghost Ranch is an Inspiring Place to Unplug
My story about Ghost Ranch in the Houston Chronicle
Laura Tolley
Georgia O'Keeffe's beloved Pedernal looms on the horizon at Ghost Ranch Education and Retreat Center in northern New Mexico.
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By Laura Tolley
October 10, 2014
Home to artist Georgia O'Keeffe's beloved village of Abiquiu, the winding Chama River, shimmering cottonwoods and red-rock mountains, the region has an otherworldly feel and many consider it sacred territory.
The 21,000-acre Ghost Ranch Education and Retreat Center is a mystical dude ranch like no other, and its history reads like a novel. Cattle rustlers trying to keep their stolen goods a secret said the ranch was haunted by evil spirits. The "Rancho de los Brujos," or "Ranch of the Witches," became known as Ghost Ranch. An ox skull once marked the turn-off to the ranch - it was later painted by O'Keeffe - and is now the camp's official logo, emblazoned on T-shirts, ornaments, water bottles and more.
One of the region's top attractions, the ranch offers an eclectic array of workshops, conferences, festivals and other activities throughout the year. There are some 300 types of workshops and events for women and men; classes are usually small, 12 or fewer participants. Conferences are larger. Some feed your creative side: painting, photography, calligraphy, jewelry, weaving, pottery, writing and music. You can learn about archaeology, geology, paleontology, astronomy or study the environment and sustainability. There are a host of classes on religion, spirituality and theology. You also can immerse yourself in the Spanish language, study Southwest literature or take a tour of northern New Mexico's cultural sites. Additionally, there are yoga and wellness workshops, outdoor adventures and service corps programs. You don't have to take a class to stay at the ranch, and day visitors are welcome, as well.
After perusing the ranch's website for an inordinate amount of time, I finally settled on the "Hiking, Yoga and Writing for Women" workshop because it blended mind, spirt and body. It was led by former Houstonian Dona Bolding, the self-proclaimed Queen of Ghost Ranch, who is as lively and engaging as your favorite tween but also possesses the wisdom and experience to be a great guide. Her posse consisted of earth goddess Joan Logghe, the former poet laureate of Santa Fe, and yogini Susan Weber.
Ghost Ranch is not a luxury retreat in terms of accommodations and food, though massage services are offered. Rooms don't have telephones, TVs or even air-conditioning, only fans and screened windows. The property operates on the honor system and some communal lodges don't have locking doors. The wide-open setting, mesmerizing views and the magical feel of this place are the treasures; it would be silly to whine about the rustic accommodations, the pretty good cafeteria food or the lack of maid and room service. Also, no alcohol served or sold on-site, though you can bring your own (I did).
Despite the lack of those finer creature comforts, Ghost Ranch is a singular experience. Cell phones don't work very well on the property, so you are forced to truly "be."
Our week started off with a two-hour sunrise hike up to Chimney Rock, which is the ranch's most popular trail. We walked in silence so our echoing voices wouldn't wake those still sleeping below. The trail climbs to 7,100 feet and offers a panoramic view of the Piedra Lumbre basin - and the Pedernal.
There also were a couple of evening flat-terrain hikes through the desert and a midday trip up to Box Canyon, where we practiced yoga, ate lunches we packed ourselves from the cafeteria, sang songs and even did the hokey pokey.
Our final hike was the hardest and the most spectacular: a long climb to the top of Kitchen Mesa. My heart was pounding as I climbed a 15-foot chimney through a cleft in a cliff. The difficult trail also rises to 7,100 feet and is best conquered in the cooler morning hours.
Before each hike, Bolding would urge us to forget about the outside world and focus only on what we were experiencing at that moment. We were banned from "Oh, this reminds me of the time … " stories. It was a small but powerful tool that I took with me back to Houston.
There were seven women in our workshop. Most of us were newbies, and fell into the 30s-60s age range. One participant, an actress living in California who spent her childhood summers at Ghost Ranch, had brought her blended family to the ranch for the first time.
Most of us came alone or with a friend and lived as far away as Chicago and Cincinnati. We bonded easily in emotional writing sessions, which were held in a large sunlit room on top of a hill. Logghe gave us writing prompts but we were also free to work on something else. We read our works aloud, though we could take a pass if we desired. Those readings sometimes led to tears, from the author as well as the listeners.
By the end of the week, many of us were longing to stay, and were committed to trying to take with us the lessons we learned: You can take on new, difficult adventures. Give your writing the attention it deserves. Take advantage of the peaceful moments. Some of us have stayed in touch, exchanged poems and other writings and pledged to return to Ghost Ranch.
Outside of the sprawling property, there are other things to explore. Some of us took an afternoon trip to nearby Abiquiu Lake, where we swam and sunned in near solitude. I also took an unforgettable tour of Georgia O'Keeffe's home in Abiquiu. (Her home at Ghost Ranch is off-limits to visitors.)
Many call the area O'Keeffe country. The mountains, valleys, cottonwood trees and other treasures are captured in her paintings, but nothing is so revered in her work as the Pedernal. In fact, she once said: "It's my private mountain. It belongs to me. God told me if I painted it enough, I could have it."
She now belongs to the mountain - her ashes were scattered on its mesa.
And now, in a way, so do I.
If you go
GETTING THERE
Visitors to Ghost Ranch can fly into Albuquerque; the ranch is about a two-and-a-half-hour drive from there, and 30 minutes from Santa Fe. Ghost Ranch provides shuttle service for program participants from Santa Fe Sage Inn to the ranch on workshop arrival and departure days, $20 one-way and $40 round-trip. Transportation options between Albuquerque and Santa Fe include Roadrunner Shuttle, Sandia Shuttle Service and Rail Runner train service. There also are car rental agencies at the airport. There are no taxis or public transportation once you are on the ranch, so if you want to go elsewhere, you will need to have a car or find a ride.
BOOKING INFO
Workshops at Ghost Ranch include everything from yoga retreats to pottery classes. They range from two-day weekend getaways to two-week courses. Check the ranch's website for a full schedule of programs. Rates vary depending on length and where you stay on the property; some rooms have a private bath ($130 per person per day), others in bunkhouse-style communal lodges ($50 per person per day) do not. Meals are included with lodging for program participants. The trip written about here cost $425 for the week-long workshop and a lab fee, plus $793 for a private room and bath, with meals. Flight and car rental was about $550. 1708 Highway 84, in Abiquiu, 877-804-4678; ghostranch.org.
OTHER ACTIVITIES
Tours of Georgia O'Keeffe's home and studio in Abiquiu require a reservation. Standard tours are $35; okeeffemuseum.org/abiquiu-tour.html. The village of Abiquiu, Abiquiu Lake, the Chama River and Echo Amphitheatre are in the vicinity. For food, Bode's General Store offers burgers and burritos, basic goods and souvenirs, and the Abiquiu Inn has a nice restaurant, gift shop and lodging. El Farolito, a BYOB hole-in-wall in nearby El Rito, serves great New Mexican food at bargain prices.
GETTING THERE
Visitors to Ghost Ranch can fly into Albuquerque; the ranch is about a two-and-a-half-hour drive from there, and 30 minutes from Santa Fe. Ghost Ranch provides shuttle service for program participants from Santa Fe Sage Inn to the ranch on workshop arrival and departure days, $20 one-way and $40 round-trip. Transportation options between Albuquerque and Santa Fe include Roadrunner Shuttle, Sandia Shuttle Service and Rail Runner train service. There also are car rental agencies at the airport. There are no taxis or public transportation once you are on the ranch, so if you want to go elsewhere, you will need to have a car or find a ride.
BOOKING INFO
Workshops at Ghost Ranch include everything from yoga retreats to pottery classes. They range from two-day weekend getaways to two-week courses. Check the ranch's website for a full schedule of programs. Rates vary depending on length and where you stay on the property; some rooms have a private bath ($130 per person per day), others in bunkhouse-style communal lodges ($50 per person per day) do not. Meals are included with lodging for program participants. The trip written about here cost $425 for the week-long workshop and a lab fee, plus $793 for a private room and bath, with meals. Flight and car rental was about $550. 1708 Highway 84, in Abiquiu, 877-804-4678; ghostranch.org.
OTHER ACTIVITIES
Tours of Georgia O'Keeffe's home and studio in Abiquiu require a reservation. Standard tours are $35; okeeffemuseum.org/abiquiu-tour.html. The village of Abiquiu, Abiquiu Lake, the Chama River and Echo Amphitheatre are in the vicinity. For food, Bode's General Store offers burgers and burritos, basic goods and souvenirs, and the Abiquiu Inn has a nice restaurant, gift shop and lodging. El Farolito, a BYOB hole-in-wall in nearby El Rito, serves great New Mexican food at bargain prices.
Monday, August 4, 2014
MY Ghost Ranch
This is Ghost Ranch, New Mexico
The daring Queen of Ghost Ranch. The soulful poet laureate from Santa Fe. The mystical yoga teacher. Sweet young Emilene. Catherine the Voice. Beautiful Brooke. Quiet friends Liz and Elaine. Kindred spirit Elaine. And me, Laura, coming here to wash herself in the hues of the painted desert.
Yoga in the mornings on the hill. An early morning trek to Chimney Rock. A secret hike to O'Keeffe's Ghost Ranch home with the spectacular NM sunsets walking us home. A long-awaited tour of O'Keeffe's home in Abiquiu - it did not disappoint, from the gardens to the rocks to Mino, the gardener's grandson, now grown, who slipped me a piece of sweet sage to take with me.
A social whirl through El Rito - must watch Manhattan, the series! Met a writer, a sculptor and rescue dog Lilly, found roaming the streets of Espanola with a giant chain on her neck. Dined on takeout from El Farolito at their desert home.
An evening hike to the Bear, made by the sculptor we met. Yoga in the desert with the sun setting. We're surrounded by towering rocks, blue skies and the spirits.
We make lunches on the porch for our hike into box canyon where we find a magical cavern at the end. We do yoga, we do the hokey-pokey, we sing. I choose this place to build an altar, a stack of rocks like you see in many spots. Five rocks: life, love, purpose, patience and dreams. I ask the cavern to keep my troubles. I ask the well we pass the same. I splash its cold waters all over me. I feel alive, I feel new. Though I know my old stuff is still there.
I listen to our writing coach give a reading. A Jewish earth mother. I struggle with my own writing and am awed by the others' writings. I realize how I don't ever write about what's inside of me. Brooke and Elaine are the bravest, sharing their inner worlds with us.
Throughout the week there are kids all around. Thursday night is "coffeehouse," when they get to strut their stuff - an interpretive dance, a Shakespeare and Star Wars skits, a comedian. They are silly and happy and its infectious.
Friday I'm a bit out of sorts, so I head out for a drive by myself, north to Tierra Amarilla, where I get coffee at the coolest little unknown spot. The owner plays his garbage can cello for me. I head back and the scenery is so big - it's all so big here. I stop at Echo Amphitheatre and shout to the cavern again to hold my troubles, free me of them. I say goodbye to sad Laura. I realize NOBODY knows where I am and I love it.
I get back and I am happy to see my new friends. I've seen each of them cry. We eat red chile enchiladas and other cafeteria fare and sit outside. Later, we listen to candlelit music and 10-minute plays.
The final day is our hike to Kitchen Mesa, it's long and scary, we scramble up rock crevasses. My heart is pounding. We get to the top - my heart is pounding from the view. We climb back down - I feel like a badass for doing it.
There is so much more. Always, there is the view - the mountains, the sky, the clouds, the colors. I pick up rocks wherever I got and mail them home. And the Pedernal, it is humbling to be in its presence, it watches over us, it changes everyday and yet stays the same. You can see why she was obsessed with it.
This is Ghost Ranch
Friday, January 10, 2014
A Beautiful 2014
Resolutions run rampant every January. This year, I’ve heard
several people recommend focusing on one true thing. My friend and shamanic
healer Luisa Kolker of Santa Fe, has this suggestion: Create an intention –
pithy and to the point – about what you desire to create and experience
this year.
So here’s my intention for 2014: Cultivate beauty.
Now, I don’t mean the kind of beauty you buy at the Neiman Marcus makeup counter, though I do love my Laura Mercier products. I mean the kind of beauty that is found in tending to a small garden, helping a homeless animal, enjoying an unexpected nap with my man, preparing a dinner for dear friends. I mean the inner beauty that comes from taking excellent care of oneself, from eating right to taking yoga classes to laughing – A LOT. This year, I will focus more on trying to establish more beauty in my life. I think beauty also promotes love, peace, creativity and strength, all attributes we can use more of in this challenging world.
So here’s my intention for 2014: Cultivate beauty.
Now, I don’t mean the kind of beauty you buy at the Neiman Marcus makeup counter, though I do love my Laura Mercier products. I mean the kind of beauty that is found in tending to a small garden, helping a homeless animal, enjoying an unexpected nap with my man, preparing a dinner for dear friends. I mean the inner beauty that comes from taking excellent care of oneself, from eating right to taking yoga classes to laughing – A LOT. This year, I will focus more on trying to establish more beauty in my life. I think beauty also promotes love, peace, creativity and strength, all attributes we can use more of in this challenging world.
Happy New Year, Beautiful 2014!
Monday, November 11, 2013
A passing ...
A former colleague, a friend of mine, died last Friday. He had been ill with pneumonia. I hadn't seen him in years, but I kept track of him and his wonderful photography work on - where else - Facebook, as did thousands of his other "friends."
I liked seeing the frequent postings of photos, old and new, that were all available for purchase. Already the owner of one of his photographs, I mused about buying more and even talked to him, via FB msgs, about possibly buying another one this past year.
But a couple of weeks ago, the photos were replaced with postings about his illness, even a couple of selfies of him in the hospital looking alaramingly ill. I was happy to see a post last week that said he was at home and looking forward to a full recovery. Then, just a couple of days later, the weekend FB feed showed an outpouring of grief over his death Friday.
I was stunned and saddened by the loss of a nice, talented man who seemed definitely too young (53) to die. I thought of how vibrant his life seemed in San Antonio, how he was loved and admired.
Then, selfishly, I thought about how I was about the same age and how terrible it would be, to me, to die right now! Seems there are so many things to do - write that book, get to know my biological family better, lose those 10 pounds, find a place in the country.
So I came back here today to this blog to get back into its purpose, to write about the precious moments we are given during this brief stay on Earth.
I think Rick Hunter must have used his time right. I met him back around 1995 when I first started working for the San Antonio Express-News. He was a good-looking photographer who was into his work. I can remember asking him about the barbed-wire tattoo he had around the base of his (marriage) ring finger. It's a reminder, he said. What a rogue, I thought, in a nice way.
But I always admired his work and I wondered if he ever settled down. Seems he did, sort of. The obituary talked his partner of 17 years, a beautiful woman who said she loved him with all her heart, even though it was very hard to sometimes. Her comment made me think of the tattoo - and how agonizing it can be sometimes to love a man. I guess that's what happens when you happen onto such an emotional bond.
RIP Rick Hunter. I am sorry you had to leave so early. Below is a photo by Rick and a poem by his partner, Shelbi Lyn.
I liked seeing the frequent postings of photos, old and new, that were all available for purchase. Already the owner of one of his photographs, I mused about buying more and even talked to him, via FB msgs, about possibly buying another one this past year.
But a couple of weeks ago, the photos were replaced with postings about his illness, even a couple of selfies of him in the hospital looking alaramingly ill. I was happy to see a post last week that said he was at home and looking forward to a full recovery. Then, just a couple of days later, the weekend FB feed showed an outpouring of grief over his death Friday.
I was stunned and saddened by the loss of a nice, talented man who seemed definitely too young (53) to die. I thought of how vibrant his life seemed in San Antonio, how he was loved and admired.
Then, selfishly, I thought about how I was about the same age and how terrible it would be, to me, to die right now! Seems there are so many things to do - write that book, get to know my biological family better, lose those 10 pounds, find a place in the country.
So I came back here today to this blog to get back into its purpose, to write about the precious moments we are given during this brief stay on Earth.
I think Rick Hunter must have used his time right. I met him back around 1995 when I first started working for the San Antonio Express-News. He was a good-looking photographer who was into his work. I can remember asking him about the barbed-wire tattoo he had around the base of his (marriage) ring finger. It's a reminder, he said. What a rogue, I thought, in a nice way.
But I always admired his work and I wondered if he ever settled down. Seems he did, sort of. The obituary talked his partner of 17 years, a beautiful woman who said she loved him with all her heart, even though it was very hard to sometimes. Her comment made me think of the tattoo - and how agonizing it can be sometimes to love a man. I guess that's what happens when you happen onto such an emotional bond.
RIP Rick Hunter. I am sorry you had to leave so early. Below is a photo by Rick and a poem by his partner, Shelbi Lyn.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Waiting for it ...
Much of the time, and I'm not the first to say this, Houstonians are either slogging through summer, dreading for it come or praying for it to end. Then there are days like today, when we cannot remember what heat and humidity mean. It's clear, it's a tiny bit cold. It's bliss. I snapped this shot of the UH campus on a quiet Friday afternoon. I had stepped outside, trying to shake off the thoughts that were bugging me. It worked. Thanks Houston. And yes, I will soon forget I ever said or thought this!
Monday, February 25, 2013
Garden as art
It's been a long time since I posted anything on this blog. Christmas in Ely, England. New Year's out in Fayetteville. Both trips went unnoticed in this blog but not by me. Time to start posting again. It has been really lovely weather lately in Houston - many sunny days, nice rains, cool evenings. Soon enough it will be like the surface of Venus, but it is nice for now. Enjoy it. Planted a spring garden recently - tomatoes, green beans, black-eyed peas, herbs, cucumbers and lettuces. Cross your fingers. After we finished planting, I looked around the community garden and found this divine allotment. It is art itself.
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