Santa Fe blends Art and Religion into a beautiful frappe better than most places. Native American pottery next to Catholic Saints and houses of worship. Sparkly Christmas lights adorn the town hall square, and across the street you’ll find painted sculptures that will take your breath away.
I wander from store window to church and back again. It’s a peaceful juxtaposition that sets my mood in that perfect frame of mind.
I find a homeless man sleeping behind the church, a tattered blanket thrown over him. It’s below 40 degrees outside. I find it ironic to see this, and my heart immediately wants to do something. A group of church goer’s are drinking hot cocoa in the adjacent parking lot, talking and laughing.
I go over to them, and point to the man on the ground. We get something warm food and blankets from inside the building for him. I give them some money for him as well.
It just seemed like the right thing to do, and the Saint statues around the church look happier as I pass them on my way home.
