Mission Possible
Mission Santa Barbara
by Gina Meyers
Over the past couple of months, I’ve taken an interest in revisiting some of my favorite missions in California.
I’m discovering and uncovering a history rich like the soil on which the missions were established.
Converging simultaneously, new and old, a mixed vibe of tradition and upbeat newness tied together with a Santa Barbara vibe, the scent of the ocean redolent in the air, with a slight breeze and yarny green grass which subtly asked for me to take off my sandals, which I obliged. Here in this atmosphere lies a mission built in 1786. With a chapel built for our King, Jesus Christ.
The journey like the pilgrimage from France to Spain, “The Way of James” or The Camino Santiago, you get to taste the Santa Barbara culture with a vintage Volkswagen van selling coffee outside the mission, wafting through the air, a strong scent of freshly roasted coffee beans, a washing basin larger than any I’ve ever seen has a placard on it describing its history and is situated kiddy corner from the Vintage van, a working fountain with lily pads and fish swimming about, and a rose garden with the most fragrant roses and one of the largest species of roses I’ve seen in a long time. The only other time I’ve seen that expansive of a rose garden was in Portland, Oregon.
And then there’s the mission, and a butterfly garden and beautiful tiled mosaics with the 12 stations of the cross outside.
The inside of the church (chapel) also is powerful looking if power has a look. It’s opulent with a richness in artwork that makes you really feel timeless. A statue of Mary adorns the altar of the church. I saw outstretched hands, some type of large statue and Fransican Friars in the traditional garb are present at the mission.
Due to our tardiness, we stood in the back, right next to the holy water. The holy water brought great comfort to my surroundings as all of us pilgrims who were standing in the back quickly picked a spot on the massively red clay quarry tiles to which to stand.
As a third generation native Californian, our missions are part of the history of California. As a Christian Catholic, I also find the missions are a spiritual place and a divine respite from everyday life.
They truly take you back in time which is what happened this past Sunday when I was treated to a traditional mass in the sacred halls of The Mission Santa Barbara. With the bishop in attendance and catechisms making their way to the altar. As I saw the young women wearing their beautiful silk long organza dresses with colorful flowers inlaid. I was reminded of a time in childhood when I fought with my mother over what to wear to my 8th grade graduation from private school. My pink silk dress was reminiscent of the one Molly Ringwald wore in the movie, Pretty In Pink, which came out a few years after the dress debacle.
Days like these remind me of why I am a Californian, why I gravitate towards tradition, and the uniqueness that missions provide to everyday potentially mundane life. A spark of imagination and reinvigoration in days ahead with solid souvenirs of memories.