We left Sky Mountain this morning with our hearts light and warm. It had rained all night, but in the morning the place felt washed and our spirits lifted. The short, two hour drive into Santa Fe was uneventful, gloriously scenic, and we pulled into our spot just after noon. We ate lunch and proceeded downtown for a walk through the historic core, which is now, and maybe always has been a hub of capitalist activity. Hawkers stood at each storefront beckoning tourists in their shrines to capitalism. Being Sunday afternoon, the streets were crowded. Maybe half the people we saw wore masks as they walked around, perhaps because New Mexico is suffering a statewide surge in Covid cases. We soon grew tired of the crowds and made our way to the outer blocks of the old town where we found many examples of my favorite architecture. Today for me it was all about the doors that led to the unseen inner courtyards.
And maybe it's the metaphor of the day, or at least the question. What are behind the doors of our future? If we remain ensconced inner silos, left or right, we are likely afraid to walk through any new doors lest our sacred beliefs be questioned (and perhaps debunked). As for me, I've always felt we're more alike than we are different, and if we chance the moment to experience another's perspective, the door we walk through may just be enlightening. My favorite sight today was a statue of the The Corn Maiden, a tribute to the Pueblo Indian Culture's reverence to corn, which they considered the symbol of life. The Corn Maiden represents the fruits of our creator's blessings, which are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. These nine qualities represent the full circle of life. Maybe we should take some guidance from an ancient culture and work on our own personal "circles". At any rate, I felt an affinity viewing this statue because surely she believes that life is good, especially today.
Selfie of the day in front of the cathedral of St. Francis.
Some doors are open.
Behind some lie sustenance.
Behind some lie the mystery of darkness.
Some doors are fortified.
But every door beckons: Will you walk through?
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