What a beautiful day it was last Sunday as Wayne and I were sent off by both the congregations in Taos. Everyone offered music from hillbilly to clarinet to Mariachi to African. Buddy Monahan preached one heck of a sermon, regaling us with tales of his childhood growing up Presbyterian and Choctaw in Oklahoma. Raymond Naranjo, Santa Clara Pueblo, drummed and sang for us and our own choir pulled out all the stops.
We are so grateful and really still feel the wind beneath our wings.