{"id":1903,"date":"2009-03-22T09:44:01","date_gmt":"2009-03-22T17:44:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/onelife\/?p=178"},"modified":"2014-10-04T09:46:42","modified_gmt":"2014-10-04T09:46:42","slug":"bushwhacking-with-the-virgin-mary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/?p=1903","title":{"rendered":"Bushwhacking with the Virgin Mary"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/heatherhaley.com\/onelife\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/img_0491.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-180\" title=\"img_0491\" src=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/heatherhaley.com\/onelife\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/img_0491-100x150.jpg?resize=100%2C150\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"150\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Man, am I ever a case of champagne taste on a beer budget. I adore modern design, came across an ultra cool chair, a Tom Dixon Wingback, a real Jetsons take on the traditional. I tracked down a store in Vancouver, thinking we could go take a test drive until I found out they cost 12,000. Wow! It\u2019s hard to imagine the strata I would reside in to be spending $24,000. on a pair of arm chairs. I doubt that I could do it even if, by some miracle, I found myself in that bracket. White trash roots showing, I\u2019d probably feel guilty, or foolish, or both.<\/p>\n<p>Seems like everything is coming to a head. Roderick and I are picking up the AURAL Heather pace, rehearsing and working on new material. I\u2019m not sure <em>First Comes Mary<\/em> will be ready for our show at the Media Club on April 1 but we are forging ahead. We are trying very hard as well to get a <!--more-->video of <em>How To Remain<\/em> off the ground. Some friends have volunteered to help with art direction and procuring equipment, as we will be working with a shoestring budget. Our 30-page book proposal for <em>Bushwhacking<\/em> (working title) is nearly completed. I have a meeting with collaborator Tina Schliessler tomorrow. We have leads from agent and writer friends; will strategize, decide which publishers to send it to. I must get the final draft for my novel, <em>The Town Slut\u2019s Daughter<\/em> finished, nail down dates for a writing retreat next month in order to meet the Mother Tongue BC Novel deadline and prepare for the Al Purdy A-Frame Trust fundraiser we\u2019re hosting. We have several other AURAL Heather shows coming up as well, not to mention back-to-school, RDI intervention and therapy, spring cleaning. Whew. I am going to go take the rest of the (Sun)day off and try not to think about any of this.<\/p>\n<p>Our AURAL Heather spoken word song is adapted from this poem from <em>Window Seat<\/em>:<\/p>\n<p><strong>First Comes Mary<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Enchanted morning swim, matrix of turquoise<br \/>\nlagoon. Silver palometas, yellow damselfish<br \/>\ncaress my legs. Casa Ocio walls whitewashed<br \/>\nin cactus milk. Coconuts on the lawn.<br \/>\nPalm fronds bowing, rippling like sea anemones.<br \/>\nHeavy mahogany Hemingway digs.<br \/>\nGecko chirps from behind a gilt frame.<br \/>\nCool terrazzo marble pulls sand from toes.<br \/>\nDouble rain showerhead. Full throttle bottle bar<br \/>\nunder a palapa. I ponder the power<br \/>\nof local masonry to withstand hurricanes,<br \/>\nwhy it seems odd to name them after men.<\/p>\n<p>Who are you going to meet at a resort?<br \/>\nMail carriers from St. Catharines. Chiropractors<br \/>\nfrom Winnipeg. Programmed amusements for fraught<br \/>\ntourists wary of beggars. Cockatiels. Street vendors.<br \/>\nThey recoil at pulque, mescal, even tequila,<br \/>\nunless it\u2019s frozen, goes down like a Slurpee.<br \/>\nThey tap into barrels of Corona or deposit derri\u00e8res<br \/>\nunder cabanas to read the latest Grisham.<\/p>\n<p>Beneath an arbor of pink bougainvillea<br \/>\nsit my dubious nephew, delicate girlfriend,<br \/>\ndoubts sinking slowly into the deep<br \/>\npurple cushions. We are going to town. To Playa.<br \/>\nSoft brown doves adorn neon.<br \/>\nTurtles bask on green tile mosaic. Red house<br \/>\nhosts a party tableau of orange Fanta, blue corn<br \/>\nflowers, flags of paper lace, chocolate pan de huevos.<br \/>\nWe smell agave, chili, vanilla, coriander and anise,<br \/>\nhear mariachis blaze a mighty La Bamba. Gobble<br \/>\npumpkin tamales, snow-white beach cooling our heels.<br \/>\nMongrels expire at the feet of professional urchins<br \/>\nsoliciting pesos. I will not cry, pick a white handkerchief<br \/>\nfestooned with poinsettias embroidered by his mother.<br \/>\nNo, I can\u2019t buy them all. Though downcast he will not cry.<br \/>\nOur Lady of Guadalupe provides. Protects.<\/p>\n<p>Christmastime but it\u2019s Mary I see. Everywhere. To the faithful<br \/>\nthe forever virgin manifests in reefs, rays and schools<br \/>\nof gobies and fairy basslet. In the crystalline water<br \/>\nof a cenote near Merida. In the mynah\u2019s cry.<br \/>\nThey live in Mother Mary\u2019s shadow, warm as her embrace.<br \/>\nQueen of the Americas imperial as the iguana<br \/>\ngnawing hibiscus, sunning atop Tulum\u2019s serpentine stairways.<br \/>\nShe is wing carved into rock, three pelicans soaring above.<\/p>\n<p>Even Mary, standing on the moon, presiding over the jungle<br \/>\nin a cloak of stars, could not stop the calendar,<br \/>\nmarauding anthropologists or games to the death.<br \/>\nOn every altar she towers over the crucifix, candles,<br \/>\niron crosses, golden grapes. She is under their skin,<br \/>\nher miraculous portrait inked onto their muscles.<br \/>\nHammered in copper, in tin. On murals.<br \/>\nSanta Maria assures and comforts all<br \/>\nher Mexican children. Heals. Entirely and ever<br \/>\nVirgin Mary is the horizon, sea and sky colliding<br \/>\nin azure, cobalt blues. Sacred to all. Taxi drivers.<br \/>\nMarimba players. Deejays and charros. She waves<br \/>\nfrom the cruise ships, watches over fire dancing,<br \/>\nblesses the portrait of two young lovers lost<br \/>\nin a car crash. Her people feel the harbour of her arms<br \/>\naround them. Her mercy. Infinite. Close.<br \/>\nFirst comes Mary. Holy Mary. Mother of God.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Man, am I ever a case of champagne taste on a beer budget. I adore modern design, came across an ultra cool chair, a Tom Dixon Wingback, a real Jetsons take on the traditional. 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