a window filled with mary love
san miguel de allende
semana santa
an open palm on the path of love
a mother daughter road trip; could it have actually
been a year ago?
yes,
i think i remember she was driving up or down the coast of
life visiting a grown son with her daughter by the sea.
she had painted a clutch of oyster shells;
gingerly leaving them nestled
in unexpected niches for others to find.
this pearl,
this virgin of the undersea
took my breath away.
has blue ever looked so heavenly as it does
in the buttery hollow of a
empty shell?
imagine
finding her in a rocky grotto
glistening in the sunshine simply
waiting;
an unexpected gift.
if anyone knows the maker and giver of this
pearl,
please let me know so i can tell her
how her precious offering is
giving still.
thank you all for sleuthing and rediscovering the tale of the virgin of the undersea.
glistening on the path of love
