twelve days of mother love

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 the dark,

a pause for love tucked into the creases of hurried life.

 

 

twelve days of mother love

thank you for sharing yours.

 

XO

 

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Comments

[Meri]

To stop in the midst of the craziness of busy-ness, to breathe in the rapture of love and compassion, tis a blessing.

[judie]

I can only say these are the most beautiful poetic thoughts I have ever read. Thank you for making my morning pleasant! xo

[Magical Mystical Teacher]

The first time I saw Mary in a mercado, I thought it odd. Then I reconsidered: Why shouldn't we be reminded of the divine as we go about our daily tasks? Thank you for your thoughtful reflection on the presence of the holy, whether we are aware of that presence or not.

[gemma]

"A pause for love tucked into the creases of hurried life" Yes! A sacred pause.

[Frances Pullara]

As I've told you repeatedly, you should publish a book. Your words are like soothing balm on the injured parts of me. I love the neon effect in these photos. Do you use filters?

[peggy gatto]

Enjoy the little things!

[Annie]

The riot of color that surrounds Mary in Mexican culture is the main reason why I so favor their displays of love and reverence.

[Nonnie]

I love as always love the nourishment your words feed to my soul. I have been very bush the last five days gathering documentation for a darling house I hope to own. So I'll mainly just be coming here to feed. Our loving Blessed Mother certainly inspires the bloggers in their writings and gorgeous art (as you showed us today) each of them share. thank you, Rebecca!