Thursday, March 10, 2022
Casa de los Amigos
I had a divine moment today in the back yard / parking lot of the Friends' Meeting, Casa de los Amigos, in Las Cruces. I would provide you a picture but for some reason my phone can't send it to my computer, and all it is really is a sign, outside the meeting house, that says Casa de los Amigos. I've always liked the bilingual nature of the place, even though the Las Cruces Friends Meeting is similar to many I've known, and not truly bicultural.
They've always been nice to me, though, so I was giving them eleven Songs of the Spirit Quaker songbooks. I had planned to give them these songbooks a while ago, as we gave seven boxes of books to the Sociology Department of New Mexico State, and did it on the same trip, taking my son back to college. The little excursion north through town takes you on the Camino Real, the old road from Mexico City to Albuquerque, which has been fixed up a little and looks very southwestern, adobe and bleached.
As I parked the car a couple of workers working on the place next door watched me, because this meetinghouse doesn't have a whole lot of visitors during the week and I was probably the first they'd seen. I went around back because the front door is too near to the street and I knew I'd be leaving these books there until about Sunday when someone would find them.
The back yard, with a few overgrown bushes and a parking lot, weeds here and there, had this incredible feeling of peace to it. It was in fact the first meeting house I'd been to in a long time, being somewhat homebound. i cqn't really describe it. I ended up writing on the note, "Thank you for being here." And I meant it. I hope they find a use for songbooks. At that moment, I felt like their back stoop was just the place for me to put them.
I will provide a picture if it ever makes it into my inbox.
They've always been nice to me, though, so I was giving them eleven Songs of the Spirit Quaker songbooks. I had planned to give them these songbooks a while ago, as we gave seven boxes of books to the Sociology Department of New Mexico State, and did it on the same trip, taking my son back to college. The little excursion north through town takes you on the Camino Real, the old road from Mexico City to Albuquerque, which has been fixed up a little and looks very southwestern, adobe and bleached.
As I parked the car a couple of workers working on the place next door watched me, because this meetinghouse doesn't have a whole lot of visitors during the week and I was probably the first they'd seen. I went around back because the front door is too near to the street and I knew I'd be leaving these books there until about Sunday when someone would find them.
The back yard, with a few overgrown bushes and a parking lot, weeds here and there, had this incredible feeling of peace to it. It was in fact the first meeting house I'd been to in a long time, being somewhat homebound. i cqn't really describe it. I ended up writing on the note, "Thank you for being here." And I meant it. I hope they find a use for songbooks. At that moment, I felt like their back stoop was just the place for me to put them.
I will provide a picture if it ever makes it into my inbox.
