Meri's Play Place

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 Linoleum Forest - created on Polyvore by MeriMagic One of the things that makes Our Lady so approachable is her humanity. She was a mother, laboring through natural childbirth,  raising children,  watching at least one of them  die before her. She followed the dictates of her husband, even if it meant riding a donkey to his village of origin to be enumerated in a census when she was near her date of confinement. Though she is exalted by those who wove her mythology  (scant as it is) into the texts that became scripture as an extraordinary woman, a woman above all others, what those who seek her blessings see is her humanity. She is, and was, one of us. While we know little of her life  beyond the bare facts recited, we are assured that --  in the 2000 plus years since her death-- she has worked countless miracles. How can that be, if she is one of us? Each of us is a spark...

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