12/12/12, mis estimados!
It is a particularly powerful date this year that marks the Apparation of the Virgin of Guadalupe. 12-12-12. I’m as Protestant as it gets (okay, with skoches of witchy magickal Eastern European peasant paganism thrown in) but I love the images of this lady.
I stood on line for hours a few years ago to visit her Basilica in Mexico City. I always stop by her shrines wherever I am to light a candle.
I’m extraordinarily fond of Juan Diego. Just the idea of him, opening that cloak and revealing that miraculous imprint. And all the roses.
I understand that some people reject this story as a colonialist manipulation to con “the peasants” into converting to Catholicism via trickery and so on, but I just appreciate the beauty of her.
My soul is grateful for the rich, gorgeous, vibrant, tragic, sexy, intricate aesthetic culture of Latin America. Gracias al Mexico por su cultura, por su alma, por esto cuento. Benditos.