šŸ‡ŗšŸ‡ø Tewa Peoples - Indian Cultural Center - Albuquerque, NM - 05.25.2026

I’m in love with the faces of the Tewa peoples of New Mexico… not in love, like, ā€œI love tacosā€ or ā€œI love motorcyclesā€ or ā€œI love apapachoā€ā€¦ it’s love love… not just from the heart… but I feel it in the back of my eyes… and in my breath.

They are beautiful… inside and out. They have all the reasons to be closed and bitter to outsiders… but they are always quick to talk, quick to smile, quick to connect, welcoming, open emotionally and spiritually, sincere and authentic. And every encounter I leave feeling enriched and the power of a universal life force… the earth, the animals, the people.

I first encountered the Tewa during an early expedition of central New Mexico before I had decided to sell my house and leave Colorado. I stopped by Pojoaque farmer’s Market as I was heading home. The Pueblo of Pojoaque is about 25 km North of Santa. The market was at the Poeh Cultural Center… and had maybe 10 stalls. I chatting up everyone. All were super nice. There were 2 aunties selling some home garden vegetables. The had carrots fatter than I had ever seen. ā€œWhat did you ladies do to make these carrots so big?!?ā€

ā€œSecretā€¦ā€ and they giggled away. I bought a handful… and then thought maybe they pee on them so enormous. Whatever it was it worked.

I was chatting with an Indian couple that were selling art. Sweet people. For some reason it popped out of my mouth that I would like to live here… I don’t know what part of me was feeling that… but 6 months later I was living in a tiny back casita of an artist’s residence in between the San Ildefonso Pueblo and Pojoaque Pueblo.

I would go to the super on the Pojoaque People… and from the beginning… the people treated me like a neighbor. Lovely stuff.

Today I stopped by the Indian Cultural Center for lunch… and get one of my favorites, an Indian taco. There’s a museum and in the courtyard they have events and artists. I need some bad energy clearing and some protection for my long trip… so I picked up a turquoise necklace and copper bracelet from the Santa Domingo Pueblo folks (now Kewa Pueblo). I felt better immediately.

I once gave $200 in exchange for a gorgeous turquoise piece from Santa Domingo artista Shirley. She was going through cancer and shared her story after I bought the necklace. I was so moved… I went back with a Buddha and protection items and gave them to here for her journey. Smiles tears happened.

I head to Taos in a couple of days… visits, pick-up some art work I left behind, ojo caliente hot springs… and visit, one of my three chosen gravesites, Jesus Nazareno Cemetery. Despite being on fire to leave that place… I’m excited to return for a visit… I’m not sure I’ll be there again after… with the exception of šŸ˜µšŸ’€ in spirit.

No one reads this journal… but… if you want to meet me in Taos… I’ll tell you the story of how Dennis Hopper was arrested in 1975 for shooting out the lights in Taos Plaza… allegedly on acid that he won in a poker game at La Fonda Hotel… and thinking the street lights were bears.

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