Here I am also in Chimayo and, per usual, expecting a miracle.
Have you read The Healer of Los Olmos ?
It is not so easy to get and it is not to everybody's taste, but it is an interesting little volume and I like it.
There was in the early years of the 20th century in Texas a Mexican healer who believed he had been commissioned by God to help people by healing their illnesses.
He prescribed simple actions and remedies and became locally famous,
Of course, he was working with mainly uneducated and often very poor folk--and most often Spanish speaking "Mexicans".
The cures he prescribed often worked and yet they had most often absolutely nothing to do with logic or scientific methods.
He said the the faith of the patient was the important ingredient in the healing and he most often used the Spanish formula "En le Nombre de Dios" to focus the patient's desire for healing and consciousness.
You have probably noticed that miracles are different things for different people--and sometimes what we imagine as healing could be something quite different than what we expect!
When we visited Chimayo last October, there was a friendly dog hanging around the flagstoned yard of the Chimayo church--just outside the little chapel where you can get your miraculous dirt.
This dog was one of those Everybody's Friend kind of dogs and probably belonged to one of the residents of the village--but it was not in what you would call perfect health.
It walked with a sort of limp and was obviously happier on it's back receiving strokes (see photo) than running around like a healthy young dog should.
So we sprinkled him with some healing dirt.
And the next time we saw him he was running after some other pilgrims just like a young healthy dog!
There are lots of stories about people with various pains and problems who make pilgrimages to special places--where they are sometimes cured.
Now is it their faith ("Your faith has made you whole.") or is it the "magical" place or some mysterious combination of right time, right place and right faith?
Hmmmm?
There are whole books about this subject and this little blogspot is probably not going to answer your questions.
But I like to think that the tan, grainy sand (with a little bit of sparkly quartz dust) from the hole behind the Chimayo altar does me good--and it tastes just like the Rio Grande Valley dirt I used to get in my mouth playing in the vacant lot (now a shopping mall parking lot) next to the family place, the "Three Willow Ranch" on Candelaria Road in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
While we're on the subject of the very nice little miracle church of Chimayo, New Mexico--
When I was there about ten years ago, there was a very humble empty parking lot with space for maybe twenty cars and a beat-up, hand-lettered sign warning patrons of the church to lock their cars and not to expect to get their stuff returned if it was stolen while they were praying for some miraculous intervention in their health or other problems.
But when Tanya and I visited last October during our "Journey to the East", there was a vastly expanded dirt parking lot (which is probably paved by now); no warning sign and a lot of parked cars --maybe a tour bus or two-- and plenty of people milling around. (Sic transit mirabilis mundi!)
Also the stone arches representing the "Stations of the Cross" pictured above had been constructed near the pretty little creek.
It was still VERY nice for a miracle place--FAR better than Fatima, Lourdes, Santiago, Rome or even Jerusalem!
(I think so anyway!)
And you can still scoop up the dirt medicine yourself for FREE!