Today the keeper left us early and headed downtown to the cathedral for a celebration of Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Mother of the Americas. She said it was such a colorful, vibrant intersection of faith and indigenous culture and Roman rite. Miters and feared headdresses, croziers and carved walking sticks, woven chasubles and serapes, incense and copal, a wondrous hymn of beast horns and bird whistles, bones, bells, voice and flutes and guitar and organ sighs, Oh...my! But how else to celebrate hope and the presence of God? She thought that these could be the sounds of all creation groaning and dreaming of the arrival of the Reign of Right Relationship! We think it would have been too much for the feline ear.
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