The Undefeated - a Visit with Merrie Lee Soules

I had lunch with Merrie Lee Soules recently.

She wasn't wallowing in whatever pain she felt over losing a hard-fought Congressional Race to the oil-and-gas funded incumbent. 

She was already working on her direct testimony before the PRC opposing El Paso Electric's continued efforts to game the system in ways that cost you and me. EPE has plenty of money and plenty of lawyers. Citizens and customers have the City, the County, and four intervenors. She's one. EPE is expected to seek extra money for additional power plants. One source alleges that EPE has overcharged $100 million on fuel costs in the past three years. 

Ms. Soules spoke not of where she'd been but where we New Mexicans are going. She expressed concern that the Democratic legislature might be too accustomed to playing defense, and not quite ready to pass all the right measures and worry later about whether the lame-duck governor vetoes some of them. Or all of them. And she was a fount of useful ideas to get our economy going again.

These included taking full advantage of our potential as an international crossroads, rather than quivering in fear because we live near a border; ending oil and gas subsidies; getting money circulating to improve the economy, partly by improving the minimum wage; and legalizing marijuana, a much discussed boon to New Mexico's economy.

When I finally asked about the campaign, her beaming face confirmed her words, that she had “no regrets” – except that failing to win might have “let down” some folks. “It was a new adventure every day.”

What did she learn?

 “My heart really is in southern New Mexico.” She marveled at “how vast, how beautiful, and how diverse this district is.” She added that the campaign experience was so rich and varied, “I wished we could make a reality TV show out of it.”

What moments stood out?

The All-Pueblo Council of Governors. It struck her that “in this meeting of nations, there are the heads of sovereign nations meeting together to work together in the interest of their people, their culture, their lands. What an amazing privilege to be there!” 

A Mescalero Apache woman invited her to a Feast / Celebration. The day before the parades and dancing her guide escorted her into teepees and arbors set up to celebrate five young girls reaching womanhood. Ms. Soules was introduced to people and helped to understand what was going on and why. 

In Rodeo, a small boot-heel community, “There was a convention of 200 people there, to celebrate the life of a recently deceased herpetologist. They'd been out all day gathering samples. The main presentation concerned snake venom research.” 

She said that pretty much everyone she met while campaigning was deeply committed to doing the right thing for New Mexico – whatever they thought that might be. “We had big differences of opinion; but it wasn't good and bad, black and white. Everyone seemed intent on doing the best for their community and state – as they conceive it.”

She found our Congressional District “filled with people who have stories to tell, fascinating people, good people. It's been a blessing.”

Our talk increased my regret that we'd all lost the opportunity to have Ms. Soules representing us in Washington. (Vastly underfunded, she carried this county handily, but lost the election decisively.) That's our loss. She's a tough-minded businesswoman with a big heart, with our interests foremost.

The fact that she's wasting no time and is already deeply involved in her next fight on our behalf only illustrates the magnitude of our loss.

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[The column above appeared in the Las Cruces Sun-News (or so I assume, not having wandered out to the mailbox yet) this morning, Sunday, 27 November 2016, and will appear presently on the newspaper's website and the KRWG-TV website.]

one new mexico morning - july

House Finch

It's nothing special, just a morning that's delightfully cool, yet clear.   A morning when I take the time again to be outside, watching and listening.  Strangely (for this time of day) we hear a bunch of coyotes howl from not too far away; and somewhere very close two roadrunners are calling softly to each other.

Within view, various hummingbirds sporadically contest the near feeder, rest on the ocotillo, or even explore the hesperaloe.   And as we sit, not moving too much, a white-winged dove ventures to the bowl of seeds a few feet away.  The occasional black-throated sparrow stops by for a drink.   In the berm around the ash, quail gather shyly.  Doves and curved-bill thrashers attack the feed-block or stand like sentries on the top of the house.

Above, the moon looks like a smallish craft crossing a vast, blue sea in search of a safe harbor along the shore of one white continent or another.
It's just a quiet moment at home with our companions, who do not speak Human.  But recently I've too often spent mornings indoors, working or playing at this or that.  To be here, aimlessly watching and listening, with my notebook on the table in front of me but without writing much in it, is refreshing.

 

 Perhaps tomorrow morning, instead of sitting at the table, I'll just move a chair over into the shadows near the hesperaloe and see if I can get a better shot of one of the hummingbirds over there, rather than visiting the ugly feeder.

Hummingbird Visiting Hesperaloe

Usually the white-winged doves won't visit this shallow bowl of seeds when I'm nearby at the table.  I've seen 'em fly up from below, prepared to land here, then jam on the brakes and retreat as comically as animals in some Saturday morning cartoon show for kids.  But this morning they are visiting it, one at a time.