Titirangi Storyteller

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Our Lady of Guadalupe

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This is a photo of a wonderful fresco (actually one of two) painted over the altar in the Santa Cruz church in La Crucecita, Huatulco in southern Mexico – where I was exactly one year ago today.

I was struck then and now by how influenced one of my favourite artists, Frida Kahlo, was by the religious iconography throughout Mexico.  This depiction of the Virgin appearing in Juan Diego’s poncho could very well have been one of her early works, although this artist was not able to convey a tenth of her emotion, despite the miraculous event taking place.

The story: in 1531, a young Virgin Mary, approximately 15-16 years old, appeared to the indigenous fieldworker,  Juan Diego, in a field outside Mexico City. She told him she wanted a church built on the exact spot where she was standing. Juan Diego went to the bishop with this news, but was told to bring proof. The next day he returned to the spot. The Virgin appeared and told him to pick the roses behind him. As the hill was in a desert and it was winter, nothing would have been growing, but when he turned around, the hillside was covered with roses. He gathered them into his poncho and went to see the bishop. When he opened his poncho to empty the roses, an image of the Virgin was imprinted there. The bishop was impressed. The church was built. And to this day, the poncho is on dispay in the basilica outside Mexico City.

I am always appreciative of any artist’s ability to tell a whole story with an image.

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Written by Titirangi Storyteller

25/03/2011 at 10:37 pm

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  1. Loved, this, Titi!! Amazes me that the world so quickly scoffs at incredible events in the face of gentle, loving proof. Thanks for sharing the story and the photo with us. Thanks to the artist.

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    Amy @ Soul Dipper

    26/03/2011 at 8:59 am

  2. I’ve had a fascination with the Virgin Mary’s appearances the world over. It definitely stems from my Catholic upbringing, including to years in a convent as a child (it was an orphanage attached to a convent.) It was my deepest, greatest wish that she would appear to me. (Well, that and marrying Paul McCartney when I grew up).

    Now I am happy to go to her. My husband finds my Mary icons a bit disturbing, but the way I see it, no matter what your faith or absence thereof, they are symbols of peach and hope and love and kindness. And miracles.

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  3. What a beautiful picture. Have never seen that version of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I’ve always been drawn to what’s going in Medjugorje, but don’t have the nerve to take off to Bosnia, yet.

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    Trinity River

    27/03/2011 at 9:52 am

    • I think Bosnia is pretty mellow these days. I have a return trip to Croatia in the back of my mind – in the someday column… When I get there, I’ll be sure to hop over to Medjugorje – with resistant husband in tow…

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