I grew up in St. Maggies Bay, a village on the south east coast of England, just a hop and a skip from the Port of Dover: I left there when I was sixteen years old - traveled the well worn path of the early sixties from Abraxas to the Dark Side of the Moon...

     ...Followed the Light along the Western Ghats, where the Krishna River tumbles homeward.
     Swam in the flotsam of emotional chaos; wallowed in the sands of ethereal bliss: Searched for indoor plumbing...Whatever.

     Back then, if you had told me I would eventually find myself in the Texas wilderness of Big Bend, just a hop and a skip from nowhere, I might have wondered what I had done to earn the penance: I might have even taken steps to avoid the path that led me here...

     Just as well we aren't able to plan our futures that precisely.

     This table is dedicated to all those enchanted souls who find magic wherever they go...

     .....Each table here is a window into the creative heart of this community-- a community that is full of surprises....!

     Welcome to Terlingua! --Can you feel the magic?

Zena Zeller
February 17, 2005