Holy Waters: Stoking the Spirit at Ojo Caliente
Long appreciated by Native Americans, the mineral pools of New Mexico’s Ojo Caliente now attract luxury spa-goers in search of rest and rejuvenation. Sam Moulton joins a group of Buddhist monks for a blessing of the spring’s healing waters
Photography by Bill Stengel
The first blessing begins at the Iron pool not long after the lunch hour. It is a sunny, bright and brisk Monday, and the outdoor pools at northern New Mexico’s Ojo Caliente, one of the oldest spas in the country, are filled with the usual mix of soakers: retreating couples of all ages and a handful of locals who, like me, are playing hooky in search of a little serenity.
Although the visiting monks — 10 men from India’s renowned Drepung Loseling Monastery — are dressed in their customary saffron-and-red robes and crescent-shaped yellow hats and were carrying an urn of consecrated sand and an assortment of traditional instruments, the ritual begins with little pageantry. At the appointed time, they quietly arrange themselves in a line around the pool. A small crowd of guests have gathered and, after a brief introduction, the monks begin the multiphonic chanting for which they’re famous.
“First we have to summon the water spirits,” Geshe Laden, the group’s unofficial spokesman, had told me earlier at lunch. “Then we nourish them with the sand.” After several minutes of call-and-response chanting, punctuated by bells, symbols, horns and drumming, a small amount of sand is ceremoniously sprinkled into the pool. Then the chanting subsides, and the monks deferentially take off their hats. For a few moments, the only sound is the spring water trickling into the pool.
It is a fittingly moving but low-key ceremony for a resort that respectfully and deftly balances its deep spiritual roots with modern spa culture. The springs and the surrounding valley have been a hub of human activity for thousands of years. Ancestors of today’s Tewa tribes built large pueblos and terraced gardens overlooking the springs. Legend has it that the springs’ therapeutic properties were so revered that warring tribes would, at least temporarily, set aside their weapons and conflicts to gather, soak and heal together.
The rejuvenating allure of the place has persisted ever since, and today the resort is more popular than ever. Over the past 15 years, it’s been slowly and more or less completely updated — everything from new suites and cottages to upgraded pools and mud baths. There’s now a wine bar, 12 miles of single-track mountain biking trails and even a 2-acre organic farm. And though all the improvements have only made the place more enjoyable, an unpretentious vibe still prevails. The focus remains on the legendary springs, the only ones in the world that contain four different minerals — iron, soda, lithia and arsenic — each said to have its own unique healing properties.
The blessing of the waters caps off the New Mexico leg of the monks’ annual Mystical Arts of Tibet Tour. A monthlong circuit in which a rotating cast of the monastery’s 3,000 monks travels the U.S. performing music and dance ceremonies and creating mandalas, the tour’s primary goals are to promote global peace and harmony and raise awareness about the Chinese occupation of Tibet, where the monastery was founded.
This is the eighth time the monks have blessed Ojo’s unique waters. Marcia Keegan, a devotee of the Dalai Lama and renowned local writer and photographer, first arranged for the monks to visit the area in 1989. Keegan had spent the latter part of her career documenting the similarities between Native American and Tibetan cultures. “Although the ceremonies and spiritual beliefs differ, the core human values are the same,” says Harmon Houghton, the local organizer of the event and husband of the late Keegan. “They’re both sustained by a legacy that has transcended the industrial age and promotes a culture that respects the dignity of the individual and sacredness of nature.” Incidentally, there happen to be lots of hot springs in Tibet as well. “Yes, yes,” Geshe told me with a smile, “we like to soak in them too.”
For the past week, Geshe and company have been in Santa Fe making one of their signature mandalas. After days of meticulous work, they let everyone have a look, consecrated it, and then promptly dismantled it, a reminder of the impermanent nature of our existence. As is the custom, it is now time to disperse the sand. “Each grain contains unique energy and healing properties,” Geshe had told me beforehand. “Distributing the sand in the water sends the healing energy throughout the globe.”
After the monks bless a second pool, the whole procession move into the resort’s lobby, where the group performs a final chant. The monks bless individuals with the wave of a peacock feather dipped in water, and hand out small baggies of blessed sand. Houghton had suggested putting the baggie under your pillow, “to have wonderful multicolor dreams.” It was good advice. I’m not sure if it was the soaking or the sand, but I slept really well that night.