The Taos Mountain is a majestic site, looming over the vast landscape, seen for miles upon miles, into Ojo Caliente and a straight shot deep into the Pedernal, and an arrow’s dreamtime flow into the west of the Chaco Valley.
I was told from someone new to the valley that the mountain was warrior-man and all the other peaks were his wive’s pushing their children as close to the mouth of the mountain as possible to receive their blessings from their father.
I have climbed that mountain many times and it’s not an easy one because holy mountains are not easily conquered. Holy valleys, holy peaks, holy oceans, holy land and sky bring us rain, but before it ever touches the parched corn, the mountain receives it first.
The old timer say, “when the clouds loom over the mountain, ceremony is beginning at the pueblo.”
They also say that if you move here, you must at least pay homage to the original people of the mountain, see a dance, get baked by the sun and be lost in the unusual-obscurities of 1000 year old ceremonies, so that the mountain receives you with prayer, blesses your time here with prayers of a good fortunate future under the ever so powerful gaze of the peak, even the old timer hippies of Hondo knew this.
Taos people did not choose this massive sentinel with open arms by accident. It was given to them by the Gods and Goddesses of the sky, land, air and water. They chose this greatness for us to wonder and sing songs about him, the mountain. Read More→