Fourteen years ago I moved back to New Mexico after school. On Good Friday a caravan of trucks and cars holding my belongings and animals arrived in Truchas, NM, very late in the night. I had never witnessed the procession to Chimayo before and that night as I approached my new home in a high mountain village I unknowingly and ignorantly joined the procession.

Last week  I moved once again. This time back into Santa Fe, right downtown. It’s been years since I’ve lived in a “city-like” atmosphere. Last night I was reminded of my pilgrimage many years back…On the eve of Easter as I prepared for bed I heard the Cathedral’s bells begin to ring. My thoughts from last night follow.

Listening to the Cathedral bells ringing, clamoring; they are disarmingly passionate. It reminds me of my first Easter in Truchas. Now in the city, the Cathedral bells ring out. In Truchas the Penitentes will mourn beautifully - whispering in the wind. This move has been tougher than I imagined but the notes in the air remind me of new beginnings to come and bring some closure of the past.