"Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood."
Bless Me Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya

Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Holiest Dirt

On Monday we went to the Sanchuario in Chimayo. We took the high road to get there and there were so beautiful pictures of the forest and the mountain tops taken. After a rather thrilling ride we arrived at Sanchuario. We went inside and it really did have a very spiritual presence. We went and looked at all the pictures of saints, and notes that people had written. There was even one by Ed Sandoval that was really interesting. It was like a familiar face in a crowd.

Every one was very interested in the holy dirt that was kept in a hole that we were told ‘kept mysteriously refilling itself’ and also that the dirt had healing properties. So we all dutifully accepted ziplock baggies from Carolina and then got a little shovel full of the dirt. The whole experience would have been quite magical had some one (who will remain anonymous because she really was just the messenger) not read the info board on the front of the church that said that the priests blessed the dirt and that it was refilled by a custodian. I mean a custodian, really?? And then to put the icing on the cake it says that the dirt has no healing properties. Well.... there goes one bubble popped.

This would have been a downright tragedy if the church was not so beautiful and had so much history associated with it. But it did. And so we all went home happy.

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