La Cienega, New Mexico is like a crack in the desert mesa where the Santa Fe river flows down into Cochiti and the Rio Grande. Where I lived nestled under the giant cottonwoods and russian olives was a wonderful little adobe studio. We had great sweat lodges and often I would trek over the ridge to a very inaccessible bend in the river down in a canyon that was a power spot vortex decorated with ancient Anasazi petroglyphs...