The fields of the milpa lay fallow, scattered with dried cobs, colorless
husks and rotting stalks that weren’t gathered after the last season. Soon, the
farmer will bundle them all together and light a fire, burning them and the
fields themselves and all else that has found its way there. She watches then,
Corn Mother does, because she knows the time of her rebirth is near. A long
wooden stick will poke holes in her earthen skin, her children from the last
season will be dropped in, and she will wait.
She will wait in the black soil,
for the sun, for the water, for the fresh warm air, before she emerges again.
She will emerge from her own earthen skin, giving birth again and again, in
tiny green shoots that recall the ancestors, and their ancestors before them.
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Blessing Ceremony by Maruch Mendez, inaugurating "Cuentos Cosidos"
Her
people glorify her in ceremony, singing their praise and asking her blessing,
burning copal as they go. In return, Corn Mother blesses her people with
bountiful crops, if there is sufficient rain, but not more than is needed. If there is sunshine, but not more than is
needed. If her people are there to care for her, once again, as they have since
the beginning. |
face, from the cover of their book "Conjuros y Ebriedades;
Cantos de Mujeres Mayas." Que un gran honor!!
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