Rita Holden and I set out for the high desert of New Mexico. I went upon the invitation of Our Lady of Las Polamas Hermitage to pray about making a home there for the companions of the Fourth Order. Rita went because a ringing in her soul for the life of prayer and community was strong.
The desert of New Mexico sings with the history of the sea - an ocean bottom of sand and flowering cactus. Its critters, abandoned hermitages, replicas of tombs are impressive and remind us that things pass into form and out of form. They change. They grow. They wither and die. They leave seed.
In the desert the open skies, the unrelenting sun of day, the brilliance of the night stars strike chords of vastness, cosmos, and eternity. Like the dove songs of the morning the soul yearns in that immense silence.
Things are quiet in the desert, deeply quiet and the sounds of the soul are heard more clearly - the joy, the mourning, the fear and strength. The early Christians fled to the desert to hear the ancient voice of God. And I am sure they fled from the desert as well in an effort to drown in the clamor of the chaotic world, the sounds of the awakened soul for the soul is mighty and its ways are untamed.
What we found in the desert in the small town of Columbus were beautiful welcoming people, Edith Haines, Mugs and Mirs, Max, the locksmith. Fabulous people who had known the griefs and triumphs of life and were living to the fullest. We found a lovely chapel on land just ripe for community. We found generous shopkeepers and a lovely B and B hostess, the mayor of Columbus, Martha.
We found our interior demons and angels, our attachments to the consumer world, our hopes and fears. We watched them rise and recede like the waves of the sea. We wrestled with the word commitment. We prayed the Long Antiphonal Chant each day, praying for the life of relationship with our Source and all creation. We experienced the presence of our ancestors and remembered and shared their stories of wisdom. We brought our tears that came like unexpected visitors like the illegals.
We experienced the border between Mexico and the United States and heard story after story of the illegals with the frightening sense of their fraity in a world of borders and two nation states with "interests"; in a world where ordinary people on both sides of the border have real and understandable needs to deal with these issues.
Yes, everything was just right in Columbus, New Mexico. The full catastrophe of life was there - beauty, hospitality, quiet, a sense of the enduring eternal, the occasional sound of border patrol sirens, a gun shot in the night. Just the right place to pray.
Next January six Fourth Order companions will begin a month long time of work and prayer. There are shelters to be built, a hall for activities, a community collective craft shop and of course the desert gardens and a sanctuary of the great scriptures.
As we move into the future we remember the past and stand in the precious present. Below is the brief history of Our Lady of Las Polamas Interfaith Hermitage followed by our Mission Statement today.
Peace and all good to you,
Barbara
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