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Beautiful Sights: Villanueva

April 8, 2017

Today we hiked in a state park that has been around since the late 60s. Hopefully a lack of funding won’t shut it down. I shared the love by leaving the quilted heart I found in a parking lot last month. I wanted to leave it somewhere special that was also a challenge to get to.

Villanueva State Park is right off the banks of the Pecos River and has: spectacular red and yellow sandstone cliffs; beautiful trees; rocky, steep climbs; and soft, sandy trails. [park elevation 6,110 ft above sea level]

My ass, hams and quads are usually on fire for the first mile, which is a steep, verticle climb. This site is good for a day hike and is in between Las Vegas and Santa Fe, New Mexico. Nature is so healing for me. The sun, wind, water, mountains and trees nourish my spirit.

We went to Starbucks after the workout for a green tea frap.

The Replacement

February 26, 2016


worldly beings, articulate
could never take your place
enlighten we, you are the sun
not so easily replaced

busy ever constantly
thoughts swim in your head
disassemble, metal things
your everything’s been said

worldly beings, articulate
will not take your place
in my heart, sun still shines
never easily replaced

by Felicia Lujan


April 15, 2015

•Stormy Sky~ Santa Fe, New Mexico • Photo by Felicia•

Wind blew out the
warmth of light.
This storm rushing
to break free.
Sorrow and one
icy breath before
the first drop
broke for me.
A cold, dark storm
and gusty glares
with rain sent to
perish on dry land.
Silence in electric
clouds… way more
than just one heart
can stand.

by Felicia Lujan

The Flight of Circe

September 22, 2014

~Digital composite by Felicia~

On my way home from work, many thoughts raced through my busy head. My brain was like a swirling pool of black uselessness. Approaching 599, the state highway, I was still deep in thought when I saw a very large, white and brown, spotted, dead bird in the middle of the road. Her lovely feathers were being roughly shoved about by the wind and my heart broke to see the majestic creature deprived of life and flight. I screeched off of the road with burning rubber and instantly forgot about all of my thoughts. All that was important in that moment was getting the bird off of the road. Five o’clock traffic raced around her and I wanted to save her from being smashed under tires by all the other people who didn’t care or have time to stop for her.

I pulled over and then I noticed another car followed. It was a woman. The bird was a huge Red-tailed Hawk. One woman jumped out of the car, while her angry mother glared at me through the windshield. There were three large dogs in the hatchback. The woman had a big fast food bag ready and didn’t seem like a good person. I felt like choking her out…frankly. She ran into the road and scooped up the bird before I could blink. She spurted out over the racing traffic…”indians use these,” while she tossed the beautiful bird in the hatchback with three dogs. Indians? Dogs? Really?? So cultured and thoughtful! At that point, I seriously felt like wrestling her to the ground. I told her that she better call BLM because the bird was protected by state and federal law. I’m not sure if she knows it’s illegal to possess a dead raptor. Hopefully, she did the right thing.

When I drove away. I realized the raptor was a sign for me. I could have not seen her or pretended not to see her and just driven over her like everyone else. Why didn’t I? Why was I awakened from my pool of useless thoughts? Well…because I believe in magic. The hawk is a very symbolic bird. She is a messenger. She is a power animal with a powerful totem. Ina Woolcott once wrote that “hawk’s gifts include clear sightedness, being observant…magic, and focus.” She also said… “Hawks have a broad vision, allowing them to see what the future holds. In man this is a symbol of prophetic insight. If this gift is underdeveloped, it is common for people with this power animal to have a tendency of over analyzing everything.”

Maybe I need to see things clearly? You know? With hawk eyes. Tonight I read the “Wildlife Notes” publication put out by the New Mexico Department of Game and Fish. I learned that “the eyesight of a hawk is 8 times as powerful as that of humans” and that hawks “have excellent color vision extending into the ultraviolet range so they see more colors than we do.” I guess it would be easier to see illusions that way? The hawk is my new totem. Seeing in the ultraviolet range? It sounds magical doesn’t it? Ahhh…yes. Back to magic. Last night I posted I Believe in Magic” and coincidentally, there was a hawk show at the Renaissance Fair while I was there. Magic. Yes. I believe.

When I thought of the symbolism of the hawk and her magic, the first woman who came to mind was Circe. In Greek Mythology, Circe was known as the Goddess of Magic and her name means hawk. She was a bewitching nymph who was the daughter of the God of the Sun, Helios. Her magic was based on herbal potions. She was the daughter of the light in the sky. We see clearly in the daylight right? Finding the beautiful hawk was a sign. Call it the “flight of Circe.” I need to wake up and open my eyes. I need to look to those who actually cherish my magic. I am a magical being and deserve to have that in my life.

Woolcott’s symbolic interpretation of the hawk “denotes union with All That Is.” She says “the hawk is a bird of the heavens, arranging the changes necessary to prompt our spiritual growth. Having this power animal can be bitter sweet. When accepting its presence in your life, you will be asked to surrender/give up anything that doesn’t honor the integrity of all life. Whether its an idea, feeling or action. Although hard work is involved, the rewards to be reaped are great, far outweighing this.” I accept this majestic creature as my totem. I am willing to put in hard work. “Work” is my middle name. “Magic” is my last.

If the Sun Should Set

May 24, 2014

“If the sun should set on you and I, be sure to pocket her final ray. If your sun should set and leave the dark, you can keep her shine for another day.”
~~~Felicia Lujan


•••Sunset in Santa Fe, New Mexico
on May 6, 2014•••

My Sunshine Gift

May 12, 2014

Christian Bovee once said that “false friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.” This is so true. There are few people there for you when the sun is gone.

There was a day last week which was particularly hard for me. One of my friends came the next day with a special little present she called my “sunshine gift.” Everything was orange and yellow because she said I needed a little sun and sparkle. She even bought me a “lucky bamboo” plant.

I really did need some sun and she made me feel better. Thank you Brit! 🙂 It is rare that I have hard days like that, but when I do, it is nice to know that some people will be there for me. I can probably count those on one hand.


Seeking Sunlight

May 10, 2014

It’s finally time for shorts, sunlight and outdoor fitness. I love all of the seasons, but being in the metaphorical sun is an essential part of happiness. Rumi once said “sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.” I refuse to be grounded by metaphorical earth and walls. I will focus on the complexities of those things which offer eternal shine.


The Last Petal

April 26, 2014


Her body longed to let go…lift high above the frozen earth.

The last petal fell as if it were the first…gravity like concrete.

Her hands clung tightly to the flower…sprung from eternity.

The last petal sank as if it didn’t care…taking every tear.

Her wings longed to touch sky again…inviting her surrender.

The last petal wilted as if sun had disappeared…light darkened.

Her mind longed to let go…the soft petal was for another.

The last petal disappeared as if it wasn’t meant to be…kissed gently by the wind.

by Felicia Lujan


April 14, 2014


Gratefully he strode across her chest to enslave her heart with metal links of the highest grade.

Her fire could melt chains forged by Hephaestus, yet she was content to wear his chains still.

In his honor she had moved mountains. Captivated by magic in the sky they touched.

Gratefully he strode across her chest. Enslaving her heart and chaining moon to sun.

by Felicia Lujan

❇**Flawless Chill

November 26, 2013


❇**Arctic winds do settle in. Chilled beyond the core of endless flames. Only frost can preserve the brittle rose. A museum piece for glacial queens with frozen finger tips. Unwavering…the solid ice. Detached from sun. Devoid of heat. Petals content with a flawless chill.**❇

by Felicia Lujan
November 26, 2013

Fragmented Good

October 21, 2013


Blind Eye • photo by Felicia

An ache was loud
heard in her soul
and so the sun
did blind her eyes.
Goodness sake’s
a worthy choice,
to be admired by
fragmented good.
by Felicia Lujan
October 21, 2013

~°~ The Spirit of Place ~°~

September 23, 2013

The morning was crisp and I could feel the winter slipping into my bones. On Saturday, I got up while the stars were still twinkling. All night long I had various dreams about the special gathering I knew I was going to attend that morning. After making breakfast, I poured up the last cup of flavored coffee and headed out the door into the darkness.

The drive to the valley seemed different. The Pojoaque Valley looked peaceful early in the morning and I really couldn’t remember the last time I had that thought. During my descent I wondered what the Gathering for Mother Earth would be like? My cousin Jessica had invited me to the gathering last year, but I never made it. She insisted it was something I would love. I was happy to be on my way down to my home town. At one time, I said this was the place where I grew up, but I actually grew up several years later. I still continue to grow.



Upon approaching the gathering site there were several invitational signs. The signs carried depictions of the sun and moon. There were also handmade signs which featured the symbolic turtle totem, one of Creator’s creatures who burrows into Mother Earth. The gathering is held not far from my childhood home. I would say maybe five miles away. There was a long, bumpy dirt road leading to the sacred space amongst the moon, trees, and the spirit of place. 
~° Photograph of the moon in the Pojoaque sky by Felicia Lujan °~

When I got out of the vehicle, the first thing I noticed was a painted sky. The sky was alive with shades of pink, purple and blue and had two beautiful teepees in the distance. People were shuffling and beginning to gather. I was hoping I hadn’t missed the ceremony to usher in the sunrise. My cousin had told me that “the grandmothers would sing the sun up in Tewa.” I made it just in time. The moon was still high west in the Pojoaque sky.

I walked up a small embankment into a large circle of rocks. The grandmothers called to us and invited us into the circle. Within that circle there were two centered small circles of rocks. One of the small circles contained a pile of dirt which was likely symbolic of Mother Earth. The other had a fire burning. There were offerings of wood, corn meal and water near the fire. During the course of the gathering handfuls of these offerings were tossed into the fire in prayer and to ask for blessings.

There were about 40 people gathered into the circle. The ceremony started with the thoughts and prayers of the grandmothers. All of those in attendance were spiritually cleansed with a smudge stick. The smoke smelled like a combination of sage and lavender. One woman went around and ran smoke up and down each person’s body. Some people gave thanks. Some people stayed silent. Some people pushed the smoke into their lungs with their hands. A few different people spoke thereafter. They spoke about respect for Mother Earth and fostering an appreciation of her gifts.

When the rays of the sun started shooting over the mountains to the east we were asked to face that direction. While I waited for the sunrise, my heart heard the most beautiful prayers, songs and instruments. The drum, a rattle and a flute complimented each voice. The song of one particular woman brought tears to my eyes. I was moved and touched in ways which seem indescribable. I experienced overwhelming warmth once the sun was in full view. It seemed as though I was seeing the sun for the very first time. In a way, I was.

When I turned back to face the fire, I looked right past the flames. I was overcome by the enchanting beauty of the Black Mesa. The natural light cast a surreal glow from one end of the mesa to the other. Again it felt like the first time I had seen the mesa that I have seen a million times. It is hard to explain how all of this lifted my heart. I felt connected to the strangers experiencing this beauty with me. Lastly we participated in “a short version” of the cinnamon roll hug and then we were released from the circle with blessings.
~° Photograph of the sunrise and the spirit of place in the Pojoaque sky by Felicia Lujan °~

This may be one of the most spiritual experiences I have ever had. It made me feel good. It made me feel connected to people and place. It made me feel complete. The experience was nothing like my dreams. It was so much better and more beautiful than the mind of the creative could imagine. When the sun came up, I took a picture. In my photo, unexplainable red markings appeared around the sun. There is also a glowing red orb directly below the sun. I don’t know about you, but I believe I captured the spirit of place that day. I believe. The Gathering for Mother Earth was so amazing.

~° Natural products made by my cousin Jessica °~


To See the Light

August 30, 2013

“Sometimes it’s
hard to see the
light through trees.”   


image~~Photograph by Felicia Lujan on 8.30.2013~~

Not a Cowgirl

June 10, 2013

I’m not a cowgirl,
but I love the land.
I’m tougher than a
tough ranch hand.
At night I love a
coyote’s howl. I’d
never greet her with
a shotgun barrel.
A cowgirl hat I do
not own, still into
the sunset I will
choose to roam.
My boots are
polished, smooth
as glass, but
they could really
kick some ass.
I’m not a cowgirl,
but I rodeo. Get
your ticket to the
grandest show.
Take down a bull
and rope a calf.
I’ll put on my
clown shoes and
make you laugh.
Saddle up if you
want a ride. I
can take you to
the other side.
Cactus dreams and
scorching sand. An
adventure west is
never planned.
I’m not a cowgirl,
but my spurs spark.
If you touch ’em
they will leave a mark.
~~~~» Felicia Lujan
~~~~» 6.10.2013

Heart of Bolts

June 3, 2013
Heart of Bolts

~~~~~Heart of Bolts~~~~~
Digital composite by Felicia Lujan
The word “bolt” can mean many things. It can be symbolic of: an actual thunderbolt; electricity; the power of Zeus and the heavens; swiftness and speed; a deadbolt or other mechanism that can be locked; rain; light and darkness; or a mechanical part of a firearm which can block the back-end of the chamber as the propellant burns and makes way for a new shell or cartridge.

Life is the fire that burns and the
sun that gives light. Life is the wind
and the rain and the thunder in the sky.
Life is matter and is earth, what is and
what is not, and what’s beyond is in Eternity.
~~~Lucius Annaeus Seneca~~~


Coincidentally, the quote I have selected to accompany my newest digital composite is that of Lucius Annaeus Seneca. I have been gathering notes and white papers on stoicism for a couple of weeks, but didn’t come across Seneca until tonight. I find the philosophy of Stoics intriguing. I think I would consider myself the exact opposite when it comes to these Hellenistic teachings. I felt that a “Heart of Bolts” conveys the symbolism of both a Stoic and a (non) Stoic if you will? Maybe emotional versus unemotional, though the philosophy is deeper than that. I will never be morally and/or intellectually perfect. In my mind, no human will be and I actually find that beautiful. Lucius Annaeus Seneca was a Roman Stoic philosopher who was born in Spain (4 BC) and died in Italy (65 AD). I found it curious that I selected the quote of a Stoic tonight. I usually find a quote I like and then look into the individual. I do not interpret this quote as being devoid of emotion. Do you? Well he was also a dramatist! Maybe I still have much to learn?

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