Then we were off to the wonderful churches that are a stones throw from each other - each so different from the next.
El Santuario de Chimayo
We drove up to Chimayo to see my favorite of all churches and collect some dirt from the blessed hole in the chapel called "el pocito," which means the little well, a small pit of holy adobe-colored dirt that some say possesses the power to cure. Just one touch, say those who believe, and cancer might go into remission, an injured knee might heal, and leukemia might be held off long enough to witness a child's birth. Along the wall hang crutches that are no longer needed, material proof from those who say they've been helped. I bought a beautiful 3ft tall St. Francis wooden sculpture that I've always wanted - forgetting we were driving a Prius. We did manage to shove one more thing in it.
I'll be back to the grind on Monday finishing up on some commissions from the last show and I do hope to catch up with all of you soon. I know you've all been busy!