There always is that particular fear hiding in the back of my mind, of bursting into flames when entering a church. It doesn’t bother me really, as I’m not one for believing much in urban myths or any particular religion. Although it does cross my imagination. And often the soundtrack of my life tunes to Billy Joel’s “Only the Good Die Young,” and I remind myself that “I would rather laugh with the sinners, than cry with the saints- sinners are much more fun.”
With that being said, I have visited El Santuario de Chimayo the past two Thanksgivings. There is something very special, some may say sacred, about the grounds and church. Hidden in the desert outside of Santa Fe, Chimayo offers charm and comfort to its visitors.
This shrine, is of the Roman Catholic religion, and features hand carved doors, large wooden beams, a hand carved and painted alter, carved pews, and a simple stone floor. There is a small room to the left of the alter called ‘el pocito’ where a small pit is dug in the center of the room- this is the source of what is believed to be tierra bendita (‘holy dirt’), believed to have provided healing (both emotional and physical) to it’s visitors.
Just outside of the small room is a corridor of crutches, postcards, photographs, letters, and other testimonies to the power of the tierra bendita.
*Unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to take photos in the church* These are simply snapshots, taken from my phone- and they don’t do Chimayo justice, but can offer you an idea to the magic tucked between the mountains.
Art is everywhere in Santa Fe, you cannot go steps without seeing something that catches your eye. Beauty surrounds you here, art is to Santa Fe, what water is to our bodies. In fact when imagining Santa Fe, I immediately recall the beautiful colors, the simplicity, and the culture. I do not believe one could travel to Santa Fe, and leave uninspired.
My Mum and I started our day off at the Georgia O’Keeffe museum. She is arguably the best known artist of Santa Fe, and I love the sexuality she expressed throughout most of her work, particularly the earlier pieces. After the museum we grabbed a bite to eat at a lovely French restaurant, with fresh baked baguettes. And then it was off to Canyon Road~ a road dedicated to art galleries.
In all honesty, it is quite a lot to take in, in just a day. The beauty is almost overwhelming, as your eyes dance from one piece of art to the next. Santa Fe is simply sensational.
The time has arrived for our annual girls trip to commence..
My Mum and I started this tradition last year when my closest friend was murdered… not knowing what to do, or how to move forward my Mum and I headed down to Santa Fe, for a girls trip. It was a much needed getaway, and though at the end of our trip I was still heartbroken, I was once again able to see the beauty that surrounds us daily. We decided that each Thanksgiving we would return to Santa Fe to enjoy the art, shopping, and food.
Thanksgiving is a beautiful time here, the town and shops are just starting to set up their Holiday decor, and snow gently covers the array of colors the city is painted in. And for Mum and I, it is a much needed escape from our daily lives. Today we are off to Canyon Road, to visit the art studios… more to come!
It was fall, I hadn’t seen you for awhile. It was fall, it was like no time had passed. You came over with frozen drinks and a big blanket. We walked Winnie over to Wash Park, and set up a spot looking out over the lake. We caught each other up with all of the things filling our daily lives… laughed, and made plans for the future. We always were making plans, we had big dreams, and many places to see. There were high-schoolers drinking under the street lights just up the hill.. and when flashing lights came to disperse them, we laughed- as it was all quite familiar to our past. And just as we came, we went. We sat at my house for a while and talked, then I hugged you goodbye and replied I love you too. Then you went.
I wish I could remember that night more clearly, it was our last night together. Even though some of the details are faded, I cannot deny the feeling it gave me to be with you, and that’s what I remember most about that night.
Memories of Bangkok, the city of smiles, warm me on this frigid Fall day..
Sofitel Hotel. Backdrops of Lumphini Park and the BKK skyline. Feeling on top of the world. Casual Canadian tuxedo. Shenanigans with the staff. Only God can judge us. Blurred lights, capturing the progressing darkness.
Long-sleeve Denim button-up~ BDG Denim
Denim cutoff shorts~ Vintage Lucky
Sunglasses~ Ray Ban
Living, just to keep living- never realizing how fast life was passing her by. Seasons came and went. Blowing clouds, drifting to a dead end. Abandoned like a ghost town, she was a skeleton of what she once was. Broken and rusty where she used to be colorful and spirited. Desolate, but stubborn as the old rusty chains that bound her to the only ways she knew. She yearned for the life that once surrounded her, and fulfilled her. Nothing but time and space. Pausing, taking a breath, she appreciated her beauty, and the life that still grew around her decayed being.
The air was brisk, but the sun was glowing on the leaves as they began to change colors. It was a perfect afternoon to frolic in sweet cotton dresses paired with our fall booties.. we were having such a good time we just wandered along.. the next thing we knew we were in the middle of a block with all abandoned homes. At first we stopped, and thought what is all this about.. but then our curiosity got the best of us and we ventured on. First into a yard that could best be described as a hoarder’s paradise. It was sad, and though full of a lifetime of possessions and memories it felt empty. So as quickly as we came we left.. we were beginning to carry on passed the next house, but the back gate was open and we mischievously scampered through.. into what has got to be one of the creepiest abandoned homes of all times, and we barely made it into one room. It was torn apart with the destruction gathered mostly into a corner, and there was a strange amount of plastic fetus’ scattered about. It was all too much, and yet it was just enough to remind us that we are alive, and it is a weird world.
Floral Dress~ Vintage
Leather Belt~ Vintage
Necklace on myself~ A gift from Twinkie
Necklace & Earrings on Mar~ a custom piece by Amanda Jett
Booties~ Jeffrey Campbell
Photos by: Jerk & Dil