tucked in the heartbeat of every mexican mercado,
you will find a shrine.
enamored in a sea of languid flowers until the pungent musk of chilies call you out,
turning to answer
you are just as quickly seduced with mountains of
tropical fruits, brilliant ripe vegetables, irresistible frescas,
strands of la musica vida
weaving enticingly through out.
hot pinks, mysterious indigos, seductive magentas, day glow orange,
a thousand bright distractions in the treasure laden mercado of life.
sooner or later chasing the tail of desire you arrive.
she may be flanked with a choir of white winged angels,
or perched solo on a half moon
a pearl of patience served straight up on the half shell,
a perfect soul siren in a sea of candles;
no matter how distracted, no matter how long we follow the
atlas of our lives,
she waits
ever ready
for the moment we are willing to pause.
demure in her quiet robes, eyes full of mother love,
hands clasped in compassion for the teaming life around her,
armfuls of flowers at her feet
blooming to be near her.
and i wonder
why does it take so long to pause before love?
to lay down diversions and
stand in awe of the miracle of living?
to stop speaking because it is enough to hear our own breathing,
to practice mindfulness;
knowing even the garden wrestles with birth and ruin.
who among us does not rise in relief when the clean slate of a new day
erupts in the
large song of small birds?
who will not stop beside the fading cloak of winter to
marvel at the first bright crocus of spring?
everyday our lives are ripe with the fruits of life
some sweet some darkened with unbearable sorrow.
we can all use a caring heart,
new morning,
voice of compassion,
candles in darkness
a pause for love tucked into the creases of hurried life.
taking time to stand in awe of each of you and
offer my deepest gratitude
for being bright flowers in the garden of life.
gracias mi amors
you sweeten my moment
how beautiful...your sweet soul shines through every line...connecting us all as ONE.
Posted by: Laura Hegfield | March 13, 2012 at 04:46 PM
I am so thankful she waits for our pause!!!
Absolutely wonderful post!!!
Have a great day,
Always, Queenie
Posted by: Queenie Believe | March 13, 2012 at 04:52 PM
Back at 'cha, baby. I know exactly what you're talking about from Mexico to this morning.
Posted by: Ms. Moon | March 13, 2012 at 05:12 PM
Living in the moment with gratitude,
i'm working on it........
Posted by: gayle | March 13, 2012 at 06:16 PM
I thank you for calling round with bunches of flowers, life is bitter sweet at the moment but your caring heart and words add comfort to my day.
Sue x
Posted by: Sue Fox | March 14, 2012 at 04:50 AM
And to you Rebecca! I love that line 'the large song of small birds'. And yes-it is all about the cats-and mine is heavy too!
Posted by: Sarah | March 14, 2012 at 06:05 AM
Yes the garden is full of young life and decaying divas each in the process of the daily expression.
Posted by: QMM | March 14, 2012 at 09:27 AM
This is so beautiful!
Posted by: Mama Zen | March 14, 2012 at 09:59 AM
dear sweet Rebecca, thankyou xo - your comments have been a joy to me & then this. I am [ok] - sitting with my grief and memories and the funeral today. your post has inspired me to finish painting my shrine outside - in the colours of Mexico :)
Posted by: Miss Robyn | March 15, 2012 at 01:11 PM