We went to Taos Pueblo for the Christmas Eve celebration. I would so love to show it to you, but photos are forbidden. The only way to experience this astonishing event is to come to Taos and attend it yourself. I'll try to entice you... imagine hundreds of people gathering just before sunset, chatting with friends, but eyes turned to the church, with the setting sun glowing pink and orange behind it. As mass lets out and the sky darkens, a procession begins from the church courtyard. Large torches, native dancers, menacing men firing rifles into the air, and a large canopy carrying a beautifully dressed Virgin Mary, carried high on the bearers shoulders snake past as onlookers squeeze in to see them. It's a strange mix of native and catholic traditions that doesn't make a lot of "sense", but works quite beautifully. As the procession weaves through the crowd, large, artfully stacked fires are lit, some as tall as 30 feet high. Men climb to the tops of them to light them, and as they ignite from the top down, they look like giant, flaming Jenga games. The black smoke spirals from them in black tornadoes, filling the air with glowing sparks. It's beautiful and other-worldly. It's thrilling and terrifying and uplifting. It's Christmas Eve at the Pueblo, and it's essential to many of us who live here.
Today we wake to a quiet house and a warm day. Our kids are all elsewhere this year, so we've decided to load up the dogs and go to the hot springs. We've found, and created, more than our share of magic this Christmas, so today we'll soak our bones and relax, reflecting on the glowing good fortune that forms our lives.
Merry Christmas to you all, from our Home in Taos. I hope you have a wonderful day!
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