for some she appears across blue lakes,
scorched on a burnt tortilla, a water stain beneath some distant bridge,
in a soft white cloud floating on a pure vault sky,
inside the open heart of a ripe papaya, the blue green
sheath of humble agave.
for others she is the wisdom and mother love we look for
in the eyes of every woman we know.
this year the twelve days of mary will culminate in
mexico as we celebrate
in san miguel de allende.
welcome all virgins...
enchanting, traditional, contemporary, exotic,
campy, irreverent, irresistible,
unusual, joyful, rapturous, lovely,
glorious, ordinary and astounding;
let the twelve days of mary begin!