|How lovely is the morning ... the day of the mothers|
A long night, tossing and turning, struggling to find sleep. Suddenly there is a marching band in the street.
Seriously. The vibration of drummers and the clarion brass section competed with suddenly alert neighborhood dogs, including Missy who added to the chaos. Desperate for sleep, I thought I had dropped into a mad woman’s dream, until I remembered that May 10th is Mother’s Day in Mexico and they have a custom different from our cards and flowers.
Mexicans take family seriously and mama is the glue that holds family life together. This day is so important that it begins shortly after midnight. Local musicians make their rounds from house to house serenading the mothers as well as the Mother of Mexico, Guadalupe, with the familiar strains of “Las Mañanitas” Mexico’s all-purpose song for serenades, birthdays, saints day and other celebrations.
|Click here to hear the serenade.|
Click above to hear the song that came in the middle of the night from an unseen band of serenaders. Interestingly, as soon as they moved on, sleep settled in and I awake this morning, tired but with the sweet sense of being held in a different place.
One of the primary reasons I chose to come here to this community on the largest lake in Mexico is I wanted a walking lifestyle. The Universe works in interesting ways, however. During the process of "de-stuffing" my life getting ready for the move, I sprained my foot ... not a serious injury but one that is altering my approach to being here. I can't dart about yet. Everything is moving more slowly than I had intended. I'm being forced to slow down, measure my energy, take more naps. This morning I feel the effects of too little sleep. Rather than struggling against fatigue, though, I find myself drifting, savoring the unexpected gift of last night's song, refusing the pull of "shoulds," sinking into a new and different pace.
A quote from Andy Warhol found me this morning and seems like something to hold onto today, reminding me that there is a beauty in lost sleep and unexpected songs, a value in seeing the beauty in everything.
Thank you unseen musicians, thank you Mexico, thank you creaky body forcing me to slow down, thank you to everything in my life that has brought me to this place, this moment, thank you Andy for reminding me to look for the beauty.
For another lovely view of Mother's Day in Mexico, see Bab's Blog ... http://babsofsanmiguel.blogspot.mx/2017/05/sights-and-sounds-of-mexico.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed:+blogspot/mvWnh+(BABSBLOG)ReplyDelete
Thank you for the stirring story...and the reminder to send a Mother's Day card to my mom!ReplyDelete
Happy to have prompted your memory ... at least you don't have to organize a marching band!Delete
Indeed, the best advice I received when I arrived lo those many years ago, was, "Slow down, you have the rest of your life to unpack." Me, the Type A personality is now a Type D, ha. Enjoy the pace - it will save your life!ReplyDelete
Barbara ... I thought I was already down to a C ... you've given me a new model! ;-) I'm really enjoying your blog.Delete
Sorry about the ankle -- I love your insights of your journey!ReplyDelete
And... you've moved to Mexico!!! How brave. How exciting. How fascinating. Can't wait to hear more -- I was thinking about you and Maureen and Diane just this week! <3ReplyDelete
Louise ... how wonderful to hear from you. This little village is filled with Canadians (especially in winter) ... come visit. Would love to catch up.Delete
I will look forward to more of your posts from Mexico, Joyce. I will keep a visit in mind (and hope Louise and Diane can join in).ReplyDelete
Maureen ... wouldn't that just be the best to actually meet after all these years. Come on down!Delete
My friend, Love the images.. sorry I was usable to open the serenade.. but picturing it all! Grateful for your posts... Enjoy and yes.take it all in with ease and grace~ReplyDelete
Tracey ... how lovely to hear from you. Things are settling in here. It is a lovely place.ReplyDelete