So leaving all that behind, and moving forward, we spent the rest of the afternoon shopping in Taos for prayer flags for the house, and visiting a visiting friend who's staying near us, and who just happened to bring a fabulous tattoo artist along with her. I see some new ink in my near future. More on that later. On our way home we stopped at a little cemetery that's right down the street from us, and visited Dennis Hopper's grave. We only just found out that he is our neighbor. What a surprise. And so, we had a nice visit with Dennis too.
New Mexican cemeteries are a riot of color, kitsch, and even humor, filled with bright fake flowers and tokens of love. I think they're at their best in October, the month when the veil between worlds is the thinnest, and a great time for hanging out with those who are on the other side. New Mexico does a bang up job of celebrating Dia de los Muertos, and I'm glad we'll be here for that wonderful holiday again this year. It's a festive reminder that when we're dead, we're not gone, we're just not here. While I'm on this side, I can live with that. I don't need any more details.
And here we are, back in our old neighborhood, with old friends, new neighbors, and a clear, fresh perspective. As we make our way through town, we keep commenting on how Taos seems different, but I'm beginning to suspect that we are the ones who have changed.