The Symbolic Life – the little nuns/Monjes/ Monjetes – dateline Feb. 20, 2012

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MONGES/ MONGETES

 M’encanten les monges. I amb una amiga anem moltes vegades a Missa a un Monestir  de clausura d’aqui al costat a les 7 del mati. Després anem a esmorzar uns bons “huevos rancheros con chile y cafe” com els cow-boys…   Es d’aquells rituals que els esperes……

 Ella en saber la noticia d’aquesta història  va fer una donació perquè les “carmelites” preguessin per a mi i m’ho va dir……

 Jo em vaig sentir molt agraÏda i vaig pensar: quina bona idea!!!!! M’encantava la imatge de les monges pregant per a mi.

 Al cap d’un parell de dies, rebo una estampeta… lo mes semblant a un recordatori d’aquells que donen als enterros amb la creu, el nom del mort o de la morta i les dates de naixement i mort……

La veritat, en veure-ho, em va entrar una rissa….. Joder con las monjas!!!!!

Com projecten la seva por  a la mort…..

Però en aquests moments em vaig sentir tan protegida!!! En un altre moment m’hagués donat un mal rotllo…..

Ara: gens…..  ara veig les projeccions.

Mai ho havia vist tan clar: algunes monges pobriques…. moltes no han tingut vida, per això ténen tanta por a la mort…..

 Tinc tant d’amor per les monges, les dones savies que van saber aprofitar els espais que els monestirs els oferien per a expressar la  seva saviesa: la meva estimada Dama de Blau, Sor Juana, Hildegard…. totes aquestes meravelloses grans mistiques….

Pobretes les altres mongetes… son tan mones……

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NUNS/ LITTLE NUNS

 I love nuns…. They are one of my weaknesses…. they are so cute.

 I have a friend here in NM with whom we share a ritual of going to the 7AM Mass at the Carmelite Monastery (it’s a cloisterd monastery)…, of course, after that we go for a big NM breakfast , huevos rancheros with lots of chile and lots of cofee, a cowboy breakfast. But this is one of our treasured rituals……

When my friend heard my cancer story, she made a donation to the Carmelite nuns for then to pray for me.

She told me, and I thought, “ What a beautiful image… the little nuns praying for me……. I love it!!”

 Two days later I recieved a card from the nuns. It contained una “estampa”, a small card that looked just like a “recordatorio”, a card that we would receive at funerals in Spain. Normally the “recordatorio” had a little image of Crist on the cross and inside another cross with the name of the deceased and the dates of her/his birth and death…..

The truth is that when I saw it I couldn’t stop laughing…..

Joder con las monjas….. I thought! Right now I felt so protected! At another moment this incident could have produced lots of anguish. But now: nothing. Now I see the projections!!! I never saw it as clearly.

Poor nuns, many of them, for whatever reason, didn’t have a life.

 Many people project their fear of death onto sick people.

 My real “nun love”  is for the nuns who were the wise women, who knew how to take advantage of the cloister to express their wisdom, like my adored Lady Blue, Sor Juana Ines, Hildegard… all those wonderful great mystics who used their time in the cloister to develop their powers of expression…..

 And poor little nuns., pobres monjitas.. the others… they are so cute and fragile.