mornings with mary recuerda mi corazon

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.

 

following them

like endless strands of rosary beads

i left all references of the temporal world.

somewhere in that dark night she came to me.

she walked,

no....glided from the far corner of the room towards

me.

there was no sound,

just a perfect awareness of light.

a beautiful calm and heart stirring light.

that is what reached me first,

 radiance.

glowing from every pore as if she had swallowed the moon,

 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

seamlessly

our eyes reeling each other in

until our hands met.

 eclipsed

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.

there were no words,

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.

 

in this healing

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, whole, 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.

i did not know where her heart ended and mine began.

her love entered me so completely

 my hands, arms, the trail to my heart,

 darkened to the colour of mexico, her people,

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

without speaking,

"recuerda mi corazon"...."remember my heart".

that, quite astoundingly,

is how this blog received its name.

 

mornings with mary

 trail blazing on the path of love

dear ones,

my computer woes are also healed and i look

forward to visiting each one of you on

this bright new day.

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Comments

[magicalmysticalteacher]

"as if she had swallowed the moon"

I love that line! It describes radiance so perfectly!

[priti.lisa]

The part that always makes me gasp is when you turn and see your mother and yourself asleep.
this is so beautifully written...
the perfectly chosen words,
the awe and the splendor,
I feel it too!
♥ ♥ ♥

[Hettienne Grobler]

Dear Rebecca, I just love to read this post - i remember reading it the first time - still takes my breath away. I missed two weeks, but I am back. Thank you for your lovely mail about Loving Lupita. I accept that if I come to the party too late, then I cannot join. I am also taking a group to India, so I am juggling time and decisions at the moment. love to you my friend across the waters.

[Nonnie]

You touch my heart every time I visit here. I feel such a connection to you because you are so open and loving!

[Roz Cawley]

What a beautiful and profound experience, described so exquisitely. Mesmerising. xxx

[becca givens]

Wonderfully written! This is such a calmness when I visit. Thank you for sharing!

[Fran aka Redondowriter]

I'm so touched with your story and how that story influenced what you named your blog. Hope you are well, dear one.

[rivergardenstudio]

Thank you for such a magical and touching post. I have had to come back again and again to soak in your words and your story.
roxanne