what it is

Early morning or sunset, the sky is a canvas on which the angels (and CameraBag app) paint.

So what is it about Thursdays? The last two have been insane in many ways. Meetings, guests, problems, wine, food, anxieties, pleasures, remembering. Like yesterday. And then blessed in the early evening by an unexpected gushing, pouring rainstorm. So welcome. When I returned home Spike was dripping wet and there was a rain puddle in the living room. The air outside was washed clean and the wet earth, chamisa and sagebrush, smelled like honey and vanilla.

Mag and I drove to Chimayo on Wednesday. To the Santuario with it's sacred dirt.

And it's holy gift shops.

In the Santuario part of the church, miracles and healings are recorded through dozens of crutches, casts, shoes, walkers, and canes left behind.  Walls of photos. People who have passed on? Or healed? I'm not sure of the protocol, but it makes you think.... What I do know is that if you lose something valuable it's best to lose it in a Catholic Church. Mag lost her expensive prescription sunglasses there, but they were found and turned in. She's driving back today to retrieve them.  On the way home we stopped at  Las Trampas church - one of the oldest, perhaps the oldest in northern New Mexico. Didn't stay long as the sky was darkening and we were tired and hot facing a longish drive.

But today there is a new moon and astrologer's think it's a good one. Oh, and about the end of the world on December 21st? Saw a cartoon that puts thing in perspective. The dialogue goes like this:

Ancient Mayan guy (holding famous round calender): "I only had room to go to 2012"
Other Mayan guy: "Ha! That'll freak somebody out someday"