As We Approach Easter...

On Sunday, March 7 Jim and I attended the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis Assisi for the express purpose of seeing the blessing by Reverend Monsignor Jerome Martinez y Alíre of three  lifesize Stations of the Cross at the 10 o'clock mass.

"For the next 25 years, Santa Feans and
visitors will be blessed with a unique religious and artistic gift – 14 life‐size Stations of the Cross, providedby an anonymous donor.These bronze, life size Stations were sculpted by world‐renowned artist, Mr. Gib Singleton and were donated (on a 25 year loan) to the Archdiocese of Santa Fe. The Stations will be installed in the Lamy Gardens next to the Cathedral Basilica Parish Offices in August of  this year."

Mr. Singleton is shown above:  "Born in Kennett, Missouri, Mr. Singleton resides in Santa Fe, New Mexico. He is considered a modern master in the tradition of Rodin and Donatello, and his work has often been
compared to that of Giacometti’s. Singleton is perhaps the only artist ever to be represented simultaneously in the permanent collections of the Museum of Modern Art, the Cowboy Hall of Fame, the Vatican Museum and the State of Israel (whose large collection of his art was a bequest of Prime Minister Golda Meir)." 
(Read More by checking the link-Information is taken from this Archdiocese Press Release).

First Sunday of Lent

In a state where Roman Catholicism is an important religion, we have visited many of the area churches. Since I missed posting something for Ash Wednesday, I want to include photos appropriate to the church calendar.  This beautiful mosaic is on the wall of the passageway at Our Lady of Guadalupe Church, close to the Plaza. While attending the services, I and my husband were made to feel very welcome by both the clergy and parishioners. We have also noticed many other religious denominations and churches throughout the city.

This shrouded crucifix is in front of the Cathedral.  A definite reminder of Lent and the Passion of Christ.

Willa Cather

"The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always." (Death Comes for the Archbishop, 1927)