CHAPEL AT 822

Before we purchased 822 we had been on a trip to Peru

We loved the colors, the spirituality and the countryside filled with unforgettable images

I was so persuaded by it all

I had no idea this tiny chapel would be recreated at 822

The original entry to 822 was only a tiny vestibule and we knew right away that we wanted a grand entry.

So we closed up the door with a stain glass window and created a tiny reading nook perfect for one person to sit within it and 

think

This is what it looks like when you enter from the music room

As you can see from the first photo, that tiny chapel in a small village became my inspiration for both aged color and vivid expression

The people of Peru spare nothing when it comes to glory

I am not a Catholic and I am not an idolater 

but I do love the things that fill this little space

Saints, Mary, crosses, candles, books and such

It is full of very special gifts and things I have collected in our travels

Always an animal print

B made me this red cross out of things we bought on a trip to Taos

The candle vessel was a gift from him and that tiny beaded purse we found behind a counter when we bought the building we made into Zulu Art Gallery

I always have a prayer candle lit

I think Mary is the most beautiful woman I  know

This French bombe' chest came from my sister's store many years ago

I have painted it several times.  It has a harlequin pattern on top. And there is that poinsettia that has lingered for nearly two years now.  Perfect light for it. The chandelier was rescued from a house in Idaho.  Chad knew I would like it so he saved it for me.  It just has candles in it now.

I keep my books just in front of my chair for easy reach. 

 I am reading Average Joe, a study book on Hebrews and of course my Bible

B carved this monk for me.  When he gave it to me he put a flower in the tray.  Today it is holding a crystal I found under a bush at 822

This little window is so much fun to look out.  I especially love to see the heavily snow covered trees

I painted the walls and then washed them in white paint

I love Saints..there is one for every matter in life, my favorite is the Bee Saint

Just outside I see my old cracked pot.  My bff brought me this rosary from Mexico

I love her

Day of the Dead is very alive in New Mexico

That beaded purse just blows me away

My sister gave me this angel made from an old wood fence

One of my art students made a collage with this necklace that she left at Zulu.  She was 19 when she was diagnosed with cancer.  When I learned of it, I removed the cross and hid it away.

She died a year later and I love to think her precious soul visits my chapel

Her grandmother is a dear friend to me

Mary in the garden

This little chandy is from Lowes and the medallion too

I painted the medallion and brushed it with gold.   I painted the ceiling with clouds.

I have these photos on a silver tray..they are our sweet children

The flame burns bright and while I realize some might find it strange to have a chapel in one's home

I don't find it strange at all

I have been a religious person but in my old age I think I've just become spiritual

religion is on the outside

spirituality is on the inside

The depths of one's self is very personal but in my opinion not private

God does not want us to be private about the gifts He has given us

We all have them, they are all different and we are meant to use them to bless others

My chapel is for anyone who visits 822

I love to think that someday my grandchildren and beyond will remember the peace they felt while there