Friday, December 12, 2025

Tonantzin - Our Lady of Guadalupe

Here's a wonderful description of this Goddess turned Madonna. In  Mexico, and much of the United States wherever Hispanic people live, this story is well known. December 12 is her feast day. Her images are depicted with her standing on  a crescent moon, with Juan Diego raising his hands in celebration  of the miracle of roses that she gifted him to have her sacred temple rebuilt.

Catholics have carried forward the stories of goddesses by continuing them as Saints in their own rituals...as this one indicates.



**The Feast Day of Our Lady of Guadalupe ** **December 12** **


The Story of Tonantzin-Guadalupe
** **by Licha Witcha** **
Each section is to be read before a decade of the rosary, for 15 decades in all*

1. In the history of the indigenous people of Mesoamerica, there is a Mother who is so great that life is impossible without her. She is the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. And while is she is known by many exalted names, she is also simply called Tonantzin, “Our Mother.” This is Tonantzin’s story—when she became known as Guadalupe.

2. The most powerful titles are reserved for her. She is: Mother of the Gods Mother of the Giver of Life Mother of the Lord of the Near and Far Mother of Heaven and Earth .

3. In 1521, Spanish conquistadores invaded the lands that are now known as Mexico. The Spanish invasion was brutal and decimated the indigenous population. Not only did the Spanish invade with the intention of taking control of natural resources and land, but they strove for complete cultural domination. Within decades innumerable plant and animals species disappeared into extinction. A hundred million would be left dead on the American continent. Outside of present-day Mexico City, the Spanish encountered the temple of Tonantzin on the sacred hill of Tepeyac. They demolished the temple, leaving only rubble. The soldiers killed the bodies of the people, the priests tried to kill their soul.

4. In December 1531, ten years after the Spanish invasion, a Mexica man named Cuauhtlatoatzin (whose name meant “Talking Eagle”) walked near the hillside where Tonantzin’s temple once stood. Through Christian baptism under Spanish rule, the man had been renamed Juan Diego. That day, on his morning walk, Cuauhtlatoatzin heard the voices of many birds singing from a nearby hilltop. The songs suddenly ended, and in the silence that followed a voice called out his name.
5. Juan climbed to the top of the hill and there met a beautiful young woman whose clothing shone with the radiance of the sun. She immediately put the young man at ease. Juan was so moved by the tenderness of the lady. He asked if she had a request of him. *

6.* The lady asked Cuauhtlatoatzin to travel to the Spanish Bishop and instruct him to rebuild her temple at Tepeyac, her sacred hillside. “*There I will listen to the cries and lamentations of your people, in order to cure all their various pains, miseries, and sorrows,” she said.*

7. Juan pointed out the futility of the request, but the lady sent him on his way. He made two attempts to convince the Bishop, but he was not believed. For a Mexica man to approach the Spanish Bishop with such a request would be an act of unimaginable courage.

8. On the third day, Juan’s uncle was gravely ill and dying. Juan was desperate to find a holy man to help his uncle. Concerned that he might be detained by the lady’s request again, he took a different route around her hillside. He tried to avoid her! Despite his efforts, the Lady intercepted him on his journey. After all, how could he ever be lost to her? Juan urgently explained that he could not fulfill her request and that he needed to tend to his dying uncle.

9. The lady assured Juan that she had already cured his uncle. She then calmed him with these words: *Am I not here, who am your Mother?* *Are you not under my shadow and protection?* *Am I not the fountain of life?* *Are you not in the folds of my mantle—in the crossing of my arms?* *Is there anything else you need?*

10.She asked him to make one last trip to the Bishop and gave him an armful of roses miraculously growing in the dead of a dry winter. She instructed him to deliver the roses to the Bishop and to ask the Bishop to build her temple. Juan filled his tilma—or outer robe—with the roses.

11.Juan went back to the Bishop the third time and waited all day to be seen. He was finally granted an audience. When he entered the chambers, he dropped the roses at the Bishop’s feet. As the roses fell to the ground, the Bishop dropped to his knees, as did all the other men in the Bishop’s company. There, on Juan Diego’s tilma, was the image of the Lady herself—just as she had looked when she was speaking to him.

12.In the twentieth century researchers were able to magnify the eyes of the Lady in the Tilma. Although their dimensions are microscopic, the iris and the pupils present the highly detailed images of 13 people. The same people are present in the left eye and the right, with different ratios, just as images are transmitted by human eyes. The reflection transmitted through the eyes of the Virgin of Guadalupe is thought to be the scene in which Juan Diego brought the flowers given him by Our Lady as a sign to Bishop Zumarraga, on December 9, 1531.
13.The Lady’s instructions were followed by the bishop. The temple was built for her on the hillside of Tepeyac. Later, a larger basilica was built near Tepeyac. Nearly 500 years later, the original tilma worn by Juan Diego with the Lady’s image, remains intact and on display at the basilica. Every year, the basilica is visited by over 20 million people. They are there to see the Lady. The shrine of the Virgin of Guadalupe is the most visited Catholic pilgrimage destination in the world.

14.The sash around Our Lady of Guadalupe’s waist indicates that she is with child – one of the rare depictions of the mother of God as pregnant. She appears pregnant reminding us that life will continue even at this moment when it seems unlikely, if not impossible. The genocide and ecocide that began with the European conquest of the Americas continues to this day and brought on the sixth extinction of life on this planet. But the mother will find a way to birth new life into the world.
15.The Catholic church gave the lady the name Guadalupe. They named her after a Black Madonna worshipped in Spain. The name stuck, yet the people of Mexico recognized her as their own. Regardless of name, she was their Great Mother. When Mexicans battled for their independence from Spain, they carried images of Tonantzin Guadalupe on their banners. The Mother of all Mothers had not disappeared. She was still the one whose roots extended deep into the land, living proof that she was alive and never abandons her children. She was not destroyed when the Spaniards flattened her temple. She had returned. She is here.

Thanks to Linda Heisel from FB page The Way of the Rose








 

Monday, November 3, 2025

This person's thoughts after a dream

 I think it's the stop sign of death.

The falling off the cliff of life.

Nothingness.

So how do I deal with it? Think about it? Feel emotional about nothing?

I have a new sense perhaps from my recent dream. In it I saw my son Marty carry a huge stack of magazines and newspapers from a coffee table out of the house. That was it. I had spoken with him earlier the evening before. But that was just about as much reality as the dream had. I have no coffee table. I have no magazines or newspapers.

But I have thoughts of how my family will have the burden of clearing out my apartment after I die.

I have only that emotional sense of duty, to try to do more to lessen that burden.

But this morning, as I felt again the dream, I realized my after-life (whatever it might be or not be) is actually also something besides that  last burden to my family. It's not final. The stop happens. Then I can continue on whatever road might be before me.

So I've got more choices after death.

Of course they (these choices) are all in the same imagination of my day to day life now. But it gives me something more to consider than the dread "final arrangements." Which I haven't made yet.

See Robertson's nice piece about his life as an Elder which I just posted earlier.

A few years ago, Marty and myself in St. Petersburg, FL


An Elder speaks

 From my friend Robertson Work - his Substack post

An Elder Awakens on an Autumn Day

Relieving suffering by embracing impermanence and interbeing

(painting deleted)

I am suffering and aware of suffering. I know that this is true for all sentient beings, but this is my suffering. I also know that “my” includes everyone and everything.

At eighty-one, I am experiencing loss, loss of friends and family members due to death, illness, or lack of contact, loss of some of my mental and physical capacities, as well as the loss of a country and world which I have loved and have come to understand.

My ego, identity, and pride are under assault. I have always seen myself as strong, capable, caring, and hopeful. Now I am experiencing weakness, limitations, grief, and depression.

This is all natural and to be expected but is also new and disorienting. How can I accept and embrace these changes and transformations? What can I do to care for myself and others at this time in my life and the life of humanity and planet Earth?

I can accept and embrace these changes by contemplating the realities of impermanence and interbeing. Everything is in a state of perpetual arising, changing, falling apart, returning, and transforming. Everything embodies, and is interconnected with, everything else.

I can recall what I am grateful for at this moment. I am grateful to be living with my wise, loving wife, being near my children and grandchildren, living with kind neighbors, having a body and mind that are still active. I am grateful to be writing to you, and caring for family, neighbors, and friends.

Something is awakening in me. Have I been arrogant? Have I believed that taking compassionate actions justifies ones existence? What is karma? What is “just being?” What is it to love being alive just as it is as an unearned gift? For now, I can still keep writing, waking up, and taking actions. Gratitude.

Throughout my life, I have tried to be useful. Having the family name “Work” has been a symbol of what my life was about. Now that I am no longer facilitating, consulting, training, giving policy advice, traveling, managing projects and organizations, teaching grad students, giving keynotes, and making podcasts, who am I? I have not walked the dog for six months.

I used to say that when I could no longer be useful, then it is time to let go of this life. Is that still true? I did not ask to be born, to struggle, and to die. What a mystery this life is! How can I live each moment in gratitude and humility?

Am I narcissistic? Am I jealous of others wealth and fame which I have never sought? How do I care for myself as the unique being that I am? How can this “I” care for others?

Why am I often in despair? Did the heart ablation traumatize my body? Is it that my writing is not flowing? Is it that I am not sure about publishing my 114 new essays? Is it the cold weather with winter coming? Is it the uncertainties around the neighborhood workshop?

Is it my tiredness, floaters, difficulties balancing and walking, not getting out of the house much, not being with other people often, not having a lot to look forward to, worrying about BMT’s health, uncertainty about our future location, the harm being carried out by a fascist oligarchy, my belly, my old face, knowing that aging will continue, that climate disasters will increase, and that death awaits?

I am happy being with BMT, being with son Christopher and his family, staying in touch with son Benjamin, being able to see and hear, being with Chickabee the cat, being at home, being in touch with friends, posting on social media and Substack, having some income, savings, and a house, having caring neighbors, having a career serving people around the world, having five published books and contributions to thirteen other books, having no atrial fibrillation for one month, the daily shining of the sun-star, and anticipations of the coming of spring.

I can embrace and accept the real as the good. I can embrace impermanence and interbeing. I can learn how to suffer less. I can let go of ego, pride, jealousy, craving, and attachments. I can create new initiatives of thinking, creativity, and caring. I can continue to wake up.

Disasters of climate change and oligarchy are waking many people up around the country and the world. We the People are being called to create compassionate, ecological communities, networks, nations, and planetary society.

We can care for each other and for all ecosystems of water, air, soil, fungi, plants, and animals. We can vote and help get out the vote (GOTV). We can contact our representatives. We can write, speak, and organize for social justice and democracy. We can get food to the hungry. We can call for peace in Sudan, Ukraine, Palestine, Israel, and around this world.

After the bleakness and dying of winter, spring will appear with new life, new colors, and new hope.

Let us continue to awaken in truth, love, and humility. Let us overcome vertigo with calm, confidence, and patience.

May it be so."


Carlos, myself, Hannah and Robertson at Earth Day celebration 2024


Friday, August 8, 2025

On life and death - consider this

 A video with things to consider...


The Egg Story by Andy Weir Animated by Kurzgesagt A Big Thanks to Andy Weir for allowing us to use his story. The original was released here: http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/thee... Visit his website here: http://www.andyweirauthor.com/

Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Celebrating Joanna Macy

 


WATCH • READ • LISTEN • ENGAGE

Thanks Emergence Magazine. Other touching obituaries have been shared by many others who's lives she impacted.
Here's a Substack article which just popped up in my In-Box.
https://drewdellinger.substack.com/p/bodhisattva-of-the-biosphere-a-tribute?utm_source=multiple-personal-recommendations-email&utm_medium=email&triedRedirect=true

Thursday, July 17, 2025

Mindfulness meditation class

 Topic was anxiety and pain.

I went and joined 4 others as well as a licensed teacher, where we had 2 episodes of meditation. A bit of discussion of pain and anxiety, and treatments of same.

It was a good hour for just $5.

I will try it again. 

Did I get an answer to a question I posed?

Not really. The anxious awakening in the night and not being able to go back to sleep.

One woman said 4 cups of sleepy time tea. (and didn't mention how my bladder would respond to that).

I do like the idea of doing some mindful breath focus, just to get my mind away from worrying about the state of something that I did, or am about to do. I'll see how that works before the next class.



Saturday, July 12, 2025

Channeling

 When a word catches your attention, it's meaning says "this should be considered more deeply, more fully," there's a wonderful thing that starts to happen. It reappears in other contexts. It seems to be like a gnat that comes by and then disappears, but only to reappear later. Bothersome. But perhaps that's just because you really need to do something about it. Built a gnat catching hotel for it. (whisper that a bowl of old fruit skins with a piece of plastic wrap stretched across and a few holes punched will entice your tiny friends into their own happy capture.) For the word "channeling" I just sit and wait.


“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. ... No artist is pleased. [There is] no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others”― Martha Graham


Another quote goes with helping us through traumas, like floods, accidents, fires, political destructions. 



Opening to that which is most naturally myself, then healing the structures which have been damaged.

That's where my thoughts this foggy morning are.

Getting clarity. Letting go. But still doing householder's tasks. I threw out the pretty nectarine which suddenly bloomed with a big patch of mold on one side, the side I hadn't been looking at. Fuzzy greenish grey says "danger, beware, do not breathe the spores which emanate from me."

Meditate on what is most healthy. I am just part of the whole that is.



Monday, June 30, 2025

A Kimmerer tale

 Robin Wall Kimmerer is such a great author. "Braiding Sweetgrass" was my first joyfully owned reading of hers. 

She is published often by Emergence Magazine, who has Sunday sharings on their newsletters. Here's one from last Sunday, the trees and life, and microbiology! Such images!

Becoming Earth: An Experimental Theology

Saturday, June 28, 2025

The Trickster

 A podcast…about the trickster. The Emerald with Joshua Sherei.

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-emerald/id1465445746?i=1000701811853

I took my time listening to this podcast…and about 3/4 way through I was struck by the metaphor of the body and culture. So I’m going to go back and listen to that again…it seemed to go very quickly, while talking about looking for slowness.



Friday, June 20, 2025

Summer Solstice


I may do a ritual for Summer Solstice this year...which I don't believe I ever have. Let's see, just have a circle to represent the elements and directions (N,S,E and W.) Earth, air, fire, water. Easy to find in all my collections. I can set this up as an altar, a place to meditate upon as the longest day of the year offers all that sun-time! Music helps set the mood of reverence, probably some sunshine songs.



"Sunshine on My Shoulders" by John Denver (from the Wildlife Concert)

Thursday, June 19, 2025

It's up to God

 Commodification of everything is the biggest problem of how things are run these days, in my humble opinion! 


For (Heraclitus), reality is not a constellation of things at all, but one of processes. The fundamental ‘stuff’ of the world is not material substance but volatile flux, namely 'fire,’ and all things are versions thereof (puros tropai). 


Process is fundamental: the river is not an object, but a continuing flow; the sun is not a thing, but an enduring fire. 

Everything is a matter of process, of activity, of change (panta rhei). Not stable things but fundamental forces and the varied and fluctuating activities they manifest constitute the world. 

We must at all costs avoid the fallacy of materializing nature.


—Nicholas Rescher



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For me I've been considering how scientifically thinking people approach problems so differently than religiously thinking people.

My maintenance man put a new part in to replace the crumbling one in my air conditioner. I said but what about the cause of the problem? Can you fix the thing that made it crumble in the first place into rust particles?

He mentioned we live in a rain forest. He apologized for saying he was going to be religious (a nice touch.) And then he said it's up to God. 

I said it needed to be born again!

This is what it's like to live in a red community...a right wing Christian neighborhood, while many of my friends are Democratic liberals. I never realized it would extend to the approach to repairing things!

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So while looking at machines which fall apart and those who fix them just pray about it, I'm considering the process rather than the thing itself.

This process for me is cause and effects. Try this or that, if it works, then the way has been found. A process.

For my maintenance man, he only goes to the thing that works...just replace the broken part, and don't even think about what caused it. All causes in his mind are to a great force beyond all understanding, to which he prays, I'd imagine, regularly.

Which brings me to climate change.

Many neighbors have experienced some drastic events here in western North Carolina, with the hurricane last September changing the faces of many valleys and mountain-sides. Some of them just cope with what needs to be done (food, water, shelter) and say it's God's will. 

They actually find comfort when someone dies, has unfortunate circumstances, or even does something illegal...to say God is the answer to your questions...He wants this to happen this way.

I can't approach any of this in this manner, excuse me very much. I have too much faith in a scientific process, to figure out what things might be done by us to change the results of what's happening in nature, so we can still survive and maybe thrive, a few generations coming along. This also requires my owning responsibility for much of climate change...and looking at men (generic I mean) who have caused it.

So we're responsible. We're able. We can change our behaviors. We can support ideas that might offer solutions to problems. OK, I've gotten off on a tangent here.

But my concept of a divine force isn't that I can just let it do it's thing, and I don't have to do anything.


Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Supracellular: A meditation

 Link to the following: 


“I want to think and feel and weep and grieve with my whole multispecies, polynucleated mind.”

Letting her consciousness slip from the confines of her brain into the long tubes of hyphae that make up the mycelial network beneath her feet, author Sophie Strand wonders how much better we might think if we involved the wide web of more-than-human beings around us. She challenges the idea that our minds are individual—like siloed cells resisting exchange with the outside world—and offers a practice of opening up to a “supracellular state” in which thinking is less bound to an organ and more a relational process that moves through the fungal, geological, microbial, vegetal, ancestral threads that connect us with our ecosystem. This exercise in embodied empathy enables Sophie to enter the minds of rivers, black bears, and chanterelles; and as the borders between physical matter dissolve, her self flows into a wider space of multiplicity. She feels in the extended web of her cognition both the wonder of the land’s otherness and the pain of its increasing disruption.


This essay is the first in a series of four we are sharing over the next month in partnership with the Center for Humans and Nature.