awakens to generous cascades of purple jacaranda trees
and pealing church bells.
the sky is impossibly blue,
the warm air charged in expectation.
everywhere there are signs of preparations
for the celebrations to come.
we walk by windows lovingly adorned for
a night dedicated to comfort and honor
Our Lady of Sorrows.
Palm Sunday is sunbright and filled with happiness.
At dawn vendors arrive
to sell palm fronds woven into dozens of beautiful shapes
—hearts, fans, crucifixes and more, from tiny to enormous.
their wares spread on brightly colored blankets,
knowing hands effortlessly weave the palm fronds
as they visit with friends between customers.
hands filled with palm crosses and flowers the entire town
sets out to witness or join the jubilant processions that grace this morning.
Christ's entry into Jerusalem.
woven palms fronds, a green sea of welcoming and remembrance.
they will accompany everyone into church to be blessed,
then taken home to grace walls and altars
all year in protection.
returning to church next year
on ash wednesday to be burned and placed in the shape of a cross
on the foreheads of the faithful.
holy week in san miguel de allende
one of the most mystical times of the year to walk the ancient cobblestones.
maybe one year you will
where has paradise taken you?