night claimed us.
my mother beside me on the stone hard bed.
i licked the soft rose petal,
harbored in my hand all day from the sanctuary of juan diego,
and pressed it directly to my heart.
lying on my back towards the night sky
i wondered at each constellation of devotion imprinted
in the thick adobe ceiling above us,
layers of immeasurable prayers.
like endless strands of rosary beads
i left all references of the temporal world.
somewhere in that dark night she came to me.
no....glided from the far corner of the room towards
there was no sound,
just a perfect awareness of light.
a beautiful calm and heart stirring light.
that is what reached me first,
i was now moving towards her.
she beckoned me without words.
pure light infused with immediate comfort
radiated from her eyes, heart, hands.
we glided toward each other
our eyes reeling each other in
until our hands met.
in her radiant light,
my hands in her hands,
we stood drinking each other in.
the deeper i fell into her eyes, peace grew.
compassion poured from her continence into mine.
we stood there filling the dark cell with so much perfect light,
i was sure we would wake my mother.
but there in the bed, was perfect sleeping,
a mother and daughter
side by side.
just perfect understanding.
she filled me, awakened me, cell by cell.
like a blooming,
each flush of love stirred and filled one cell then the next.
heated with a great love
that grew slowly into my hands, wrists, arms...
traveling with a resounding urgency to
flood my heart.
she nurtured every particle of my being.
assured that she would fill my every need,
lift my every care, take me in,
all of me
the perfect, frail,
the whole and the broken,
the transcended and the trespassed.
i was transported to a place of complete and utter acceptance,
forgiveness, compassion, union.
for this passing of time i was complete
and holy in her lovelight.
her love entered me so completely
my hands, arms, the trail to my heart,
darkened to the colour of mexico,
her warm nurturing earth brown skin.
hands holding hands, looking straight
into the eyes of pure compassion
i listened to the virgin of guadalupe utter
"recuerda mi corazon"...."remember my heart".
is how this blog received its name.
remembering the heart of mary