the lion
Walking out from the comforting darkness of El Santuario de Chimayo. A place where miracles are granted. We feel happy and light from the sanctuary’s healing atmosphere. We have clarity from all of our worries.
Across from us, surrounded by red chile ristras is a sweet, tamale shop. Their sign boasts, the best chile in Santa Fe. We decide to go inside.
The lady in the tamale shop “that dog is always around, i don’t know who he belongs to.”
“is he friendly?”
“yes, very.”
The little lion follows us all the way to our car as if to say, don’t leave me.
We want to bring him with us but it feels wrong taking him away from Chimayo, his home.
as we drive away, another car pulls up and the passengers begin to get out and explore the sacred ground. the little lion casually saunters over to them… on to the next.
c.s. lewis’ the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe :
god is in everything
