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In New Mexico the sky touches the earth. Azure blue provides the backdrop for sweeping vistas punctuated by tabletop mesas and craggy snow-capped mountains. Pinion and juniper scent the desert winds and the mountain breezes, and the blending of Native American and Spanish cultures evokes an exotic feel. The sun seems always to be shining, and the light is magical. Leo Stein wrote:
It is the most aesthetically-satisfying splendid, silent terror and a vast, far-and-wide magnificence which made it way beyond mere aesthetic appreciation. Never is the light more pure and overwhelming than there, arching with a royalty almost cruel over the hollow, uptilted world.
("New Mexico Where the Spirit Rules," p.14)
Before the birth of northern New Mexico from Santa Fe to Taos as a destination for numerous artists, writers, and thinkers, it had another equally inspired life. Taos Indian legend tells that an eagle led their ancestors into the Taos Valley over 800 years ago. The Taos People were living peacefully, in what has become one of the oldest continuously inhabited communities in the country, when in 1540 the Spanish arrived. Friendly relations between the Native People and the Spanish gradually became hostile as more and more Spaniards arrived in the area. They intermarried with the Native Peoples and expected all of the Native population to renounce their cultural mores and convert to Christianity. Those not willing to convert were often beaten, hanged,
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