LA CASA
            
            
              DE MARIA
            
            
              I
            
            
              didn’t realize it at the time, but my
            
            
              inward journey began the moment
            
            
              I turned on El Bosque Road from
            
            
              East Valley in Montecito, leaving behind the
            
            
              bustle of downtown Santa Barbara and even
            
            
              the more peaceful patter of the upper village,
            
            
              half a mile or so back down the hill. Serenity
            
            
              and calm seeped in subtly, even before I
            
            
              reached the top of the road and eased my car
            
            
              into La Casa de Maria.
            
            
              One can visit the sprawling 26-acre
            
            
              site for a personal retreat, a full weekend
            
            
              immersion seminar, a workshop, a prayer
            
            
              session, meditation, and other events. Or,
            
            
              like I did on that late summer day a couple
            
            
              of months ago, just show up on a whim.
            
            
              I’d waited 22 years before venturing up the
            
            
              mountain, a trek which was probably a lot
            
            
              more figurative than literal. But now I was
            
            
              here to explore, to satisfy the curiosity about
            
            
              this place I’d heard about for years, if only
            
            
              peripherally.
            
            
              The questions loomed even larger once
            
            
              I drove in, worked my way around to the
            
            
              parking lot in back, and noticed there were
            
            
              few other cars. I’d passed a man quietly
            
            
              walking on a path, but otherwise it seemed
            
            
              almost deserted. Was it closed today?
            
            
              SANCTUARY
            
            
              BY STEVEN LIBOWITZ
            
            
              PHOTOS BY KELLY MAHAN
            
            
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