growing up in san diego was my gateway to mexico.
a love affair that began when i was a tow headed freckle cheeked barely seven year old;
a love that continues to grow with ever year.
i remember being enamored with these munecas de carton since childhood.
imagine my joy when i finally traced the traditions of papier mache created on ancient
soapstone and plaster molds to a small town off the beaten path,
far from the heart of san miguel.
it took years of questions and sleuthing to finally
arrive at the door step of these delightful women and spend an afternoon
relishing an age old craft, alive and well in the hearts and hands
of these masterful cartoneras!
come away with me and special guest altarista extraordinaire
as we share all things mary, and the charm that is always waiting in
san miguel de allende
this is what i am drawn to,
seeker that i am.
to the heart of each moment,
the sacred, hidden somewhere in the ordinary.
the eternal conviction that we are all inextricably bound to each other.
the belief that divinity resides in each of us,
and the honest desire to coax it out of each fleeting moment.