there's something comforting
about following the light of elder women
who have grown up together;
in a church whose bells sing to you
each day you are fortunate enough
to be reborn in san miguel.
how gates open and part in their familiar hands,
and the twists and turns,
and steep circular stairways of life become
a cloister of safety
at their steadfast pace.
and i follow them;
until we all open up like white winged arches
to peace filled courtyards and the prayers of flowers.
and when they rest,
hands in the lap of long lives
on the green iron bench of shared and private memories,
silent in their contentment; they seem to
hold up the very sky.
until that singular day
when life lifts each of us like a bell
that has longed to ring out an entire lifetime,
and across the fountain another woman calls
each one of us home
to rest in her light.
trailblazing on the path of sisterlove
xo
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Go safely Rebecca, be rejuvenated, and return to this lovely image to tell the story you have promised. I wonder why just a picture of Mary brings such peace and calm, even if only for a few moments... Thank you for this moment in time.
Posted by: judie | November 18, 2013 at 08:26 AM
I adore your new Mary, and I can't wait to meet her in person and take my own photos while standing next to you and our group for Loving Lupita. What a thrill that will be to share every Mary together. This morning I am sharing my own Mary altar with your friends around the world.
Posted by: Laurie Zuckerman | November 18, 2013 at 08:55 AM
Happily sending love and light to join yours Rebecca. PEACE.
Posted by: gemma | November 18, 2013 at 12:03 PM
So happy that you are back Rebecca and what a magnificent Mary today - looking forward to your sharings - love and blessings to you today as you spend the day at the infusion centre - may you return with renewed vigour, blessings
Posted by: Hettienne Grobler | November 18, 2013 at 12:39 PM
Dear Trailblazer, may your ways be purified by the flames of grace!
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | November 18, 2013 at 07:36 PM
Your fabulous photo-story tells it all, I am so content to be one of those women who sit in the courtyard of an evening thanking my lucky stars I am part of such a rich scene, to be a small star in the skies of home...x
Posted by: Susan Fox | November 19, 2013 at 12:57 AM
What a lovely picture of Tia and her friends and that pretty courtyard, thanks for sharing these photos.
Posted by: Cynthia | November 19, 2013 at 11:01 AM
Fantastic photos and words. I'm particularly struck with, "until that singular day when life lifts each of us like a bell that has longed to ring out an entire lifetime, and across the fountain another woman calls each one of us home to rest in her light." Long ago I gave up all the childhood stories of heaven or the beyond. I simply don't know how how illness and death will be but I'm very comforted by your words. I'm also so glad you are back with Mornings With Mary. I was afraid it was gone because of your travels, of because of your fragile health. I hope you are rested from your trip and that the infusion turns you around.
Posted by: Fran aka Redondowriter | November 19, 2013 at 02:43 PM
I was so pulled in by the first picture, Rebecca. I kept going back and forth between this picture and the lower one of the three sitting women. I wondered if they were the same women. The lady on the far end reminds me of a friend of mine. The arches and fountain are very like the California Missions, especially Carmel Mission.
Posted by: annie | November 19, 2013 at 07:12 PM
I read this here...and on your fb
sweet tia
how wonderful, this friend you have touched so, to be included in her daily life and friends and family.
I'm away, but if you are so inclined you can share on Friday, my haiku my heart
x...x
Posted by: Stephanie | November 20, 2013 at 06:47 PM
tia
she was so pleased
to share her life with you;
so happy
to share you with her dear friends ...
what you cannot share here,
what i saw as this True Story
was told to me
shortly after it did happen ::
your face of joyful amazement
when tia told you
she would ask her priest
to bless your Mary ...
your face of heart*felt enthusiasm
when you shared your adventure
about visiting the women at the church ...
~~radiant jOy~~
on your face
xox
Posted by: somepinkflowers | November 24, 2013 at 08:27 AM