My life has been perfectly imagined into being, likely by the child I used to be, toddling on the beach with my Great-Grandma Casson, herself an artistâa painter and a songwriter. So I guess my wishes have come true, many of them. I just didnât notice them when they did.
When asked what she thinks her biggest contribution is to her community, Kathleen Ramsay says that it is her Cottonwood Veterinary Clinic in EspaÃ±ola, New Mexico. Itâs a fairly rural area, and quite poor. She says, âProbably 60% of people living there make $10,000 per year.” And she has personally seen to it that her community can afford the very best medical care for their animals no matter their status and means.
Ramsayâs wild patients represent the untamed world weâre running out of space for. So she takes them deeper into the mountains and forests, back to where she hopes the sweep of time may forget them. Winston Churchill famously said that âSuccess is not final, failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that counts.â And mercifully, Dr. Kathleen Ramsay does just that. She continues.
Isabro seemed to embody the spirit of what used to be, bearing history and the generations, in his bones. He was of this place. He was ancient and he was a child. A force of nature.
My friend is the kind of person who moved into this old village, founded in 1754, and started getting to know it by getting to know its people, the elderly, the spiritual, the artful, the odd.
They always begin every meal, every cake, every dish, with the very best ingredients available. They never scrimp because of costs, and this is just one of the many ways the Sugar Nymphs shine above so many others.
This fear feels so old. Its birthing place nestled within the ancient history of man I’mÂ thinking. We all must carry it, some sort of constantly on-guard defense system that will make us ready when the inevitable strike comes.