In the late 2000's, when I was living in Santa Fe, New Mexico, one of my passions was to often visit the El Santuario de Chimayo in Chimayo, New Mexico. The Sangre de Cristo Mountains, meaning "Blood of Christ", were gorgeous to view and drive along.
It was here that I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit.
My faith grew stronger after my last visit there. As I approached the small wooden doors, a very humbling experience happened. I felt humbled and held by God's hands. I walked to the left and in the ground was a hole. I knelt down to scrape some dirt into my cup to bring home with me. This church was such a sacred space that no words could describe it.
This is why I painted, Chimayo, adding some sacred dirt.
I returned to Chimayo many times not only to visit the sanctuary but to visit my friend, Sadie. We attended a 4 hour sweat lodge which deepened my faith to the Holy Spirit and my connection with the Earth Spirit even more.

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