“Energy flows where intention goes.”

This post is not only about intention, as the title suggests, but also about the effect that intention had on my summer vacation.  To begin – Living with intention is, much too simply put, intending for something to happen while aligning your actions with your values and goals.  Intention is also a matter of trust in the goodness of the universe.  And so …

Earlier this month I spent a week with Nancy, a long-time friend but new travel companion, on a road trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico.  It was about an 19-hour drive from our starting point.  Right up front I must say that Nancy was the best travel companion I’ve ever spent time with.

Also, Nancy and I were in sync with things we wanted to do.  We wanted to visit galleries and museums, we wanted a few amazing meals, and we wanted to get in a lot of walking.  I wanted to get a massage.

Before we left, one of Nancy’s clients said he had a friend living in Santa Fe and this friend sent us a list of amazing restaurants that we might enjoy.


Poblano stuffed with quinoa and mushrooms, nestled in an elegant tomato sauce.

Another restaurant on the list served a very interesting implement with their desserts.  I asked about it.  The waitperson said, “You’ll figure it out.”  I figured out that its purpose was to get every amazing morsel to the lips.

Layered Bliss served with a spatula.  I brought one of the little helpers home in my bag, and the dessert home on my butt.

But on to the massage, which was one of the intentions I set for the trip.  As we were licking our plates at our first restaurant stop we talked with the waitperson and mentioned we were visiting from far away. She said that while we were there we simply had to visit “10,000 Waves”, a Japanese styled spa.


The spa was at 8000 feet in the foothills.  Hot tub and sauna and foot soak and 80-minute massage.  Need I say more.

On the way home we stopped in Topeka for the night.  As we entered the town Nancy said she wanted a nice juicy hamburger for dinner.  After we checked in at a Super 8 Nancy repeated her wish to the desk clerk.  He sent us to The Burger Stand, about 15 minutes away, tucked into a quiet residential area.


It’s called “The Fire”.  Avocado and jalapeño cactus jam.  Sweet potato fries!

I think I’m going to set my intentions up a notch or two.  Who knows what could happen!

Loveya – The Grandma


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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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