Wrapped in the Arms of the Mother
My beloved is in the hospital with a mass on the brain and barring some miracle, will never be the same again. Several possibilities lie ahead almost none of them desirable. As I sit with my beloved, I pray. A few times over these weeks, I have felt Her Presence near. Wrapping us in Her Mantle of love. She grieves and weeps with me. She is with me in my rage at this situation, and when I weep at entering an empty house. She is the Queen of Life and Death and while ever loving and compassionate, she is not a deity that I can make demands of. She is with us through this, but makes me no promises about outcomes. Images of Mary wrapping me in her love transform into Sante Muerte and Kali...She is the Queen of Life and Death, and is present in my rage and solace. Please continue to pray for my Beloved and for all of us here.