Meri's Play Place

cold winds howl outside she sips tea with flamingo  real time runs backward Haiku My Heart

My heart aches for the families who lost their hearts their bright lights their hope for the future their shining ones in Newtown. My heart aches for the children in Newtown and elsewhere that were robbed too young of their innocence of their trust that the world is a safe place that school is a place for learning and friends and buzz about Christmas. I feel so impotent. Yes, I signed the e-card for Newton, but words are like dust  at a time like this. Nothing that can assuage the grief of those who have had lives torn to shreds by the evil actions of one who chose to cast such a long shadow  of hate and rage. I dealt with the assault on my compassionate heart, my mother love and instincts to protect,  to make things right, in the only way I could under circumstances where no one has the power to make things right. I created. All weekend. Obsessively. Chose to minimize my exposure to the horr...

I think that Mother Mary as an older woman was an activist for justice a crusader for peace didn't take no for an answer when only a yes would do ate spoons full of pomegranate seeds danced in the moonlight wove flowers in her hair and slathered honey into wounds she was a healer midwife a teacher and not altogether tame she was a woman with fire in her belly. A woman for all times. A woman for our time. A Virgin a Day

Our Lady of the Arts - polyvore.com/merimagic Mary, the Blessed Virgin in Christian tradition, surely must be considered  Our Lady of the Arts. She has inspired frescoes on walls in ancient churches,  innumerable sculptures, gold-leafed religious icons galore. She speaks to us without words, heart to heart, bidding us to bore down to our essence and share it freely with the world. A Virgin a Day p.s Please visit Meri's Musings to see today's tribute to John Lennon. He died on this date in 1980.

"Our Lady of the Natural and Unnatural World" - created on Polyvore.com/merimagic I call her  "Our Lady of the Natural and Unnatural World." She is omnipresent, all-seeing, all-knowing. She is in the song of the birds, the preternatural stillness before the tornado, the glow on the margin of the horizon as the sun rises or sets with the turn of the earth. She is in every molecule of our bodies, in every grain of our spirits. We are breathing air that she once  inhaled and exhaled in her mortal state. She dreams clouds, showers in the rain. Her heart bursts, leaking joy, when we laugh. So laugh long and often. Our Lady has known enough sadness. you breathe miracles into being, Mary mine unloose the sacred A Virgin a Day Haiku My Heart

"Our Lady of Perpetual Woes" - created on Polyvore/MeriMagic I call her "Our Lady of Perpetual Woes." I'm sure you know her. She's the friend, the colleague, the cousin who makes a career of complaining about all the things that are wrong in her life. She sees the cup as half full. . .  or less. Any attempts you make to help her alter her perspective are rebuffed. She doesn't want to make a shift. She is the shadow of Our Lady, the part of her that wanted to lie down and quit when her burdens felt crushing. Only, unlike the Divine Mother, Our Lady of Perpetual Woes  chooses to suck on lemons instead of making lemonade. Sometimes, the only way to keep their darkness from seeping into your aura is to minimize contact or cut ties all together. We can't mother the whole world. A Virgin a Day

"Our Lady of Indigenous Peoples" created by MeriMagic on Polyvore When I think of Our Lady, I think of hope. Of compassion. Of miracles manifesting in unlikely places. Her image appears in many guises: on a grilled cheese sandwich, in colors of a plate glass window, Any place that people are moved  to look with their hearts. When I think of Mary, I think of all the indigenous peoples, converted to Catholicism by missionaries (and not always willingly), who found in the Divine Mother a source of comfort, a connection to the fertile earth, to birth and death, to the connective force that women represent. When I contemplate this image of Our Lady, I imagine her meditating. . . gathering strength to support all those who lean on her because she seems more approachable than God. I suspect that she is creating a blueprint in her mind of a world at peace, where there is enough for all, where Earth is cherished an...