On the daily there seems to be a deep vortex of blackness that swallows me up by late afternoon. Yet I have found that by evening a letter from a stranger far away telling me of his life and daily happenings can actually help. For just a few minutes I can see life through someone else’s eyes. The only person that may actually get it. No tip toeing around what’s happened and actually showing up. What a special kind of person. A real friend? Isn’t it ironic? Who shows up and who doesn’t.
The legend is of course one of love. The love story of two young Aztecs, Xóchitl and Huitzilin.
Starts from when they are little children. They spent all their spare time together playing. As they grew older they hiked to the top a close by mountain. There they would offer flowers to the sun god Tonatiuh. Here they swore to each other that their love would lastforever.
War broke out and Huitzilin was killed. When Xóchitl found out, she felt as if her world was falling apart. She took one last hike to the top of their mountain and asked the sun god to somehow join her to her love.
A ray of sunlight gently touched her cheek. Turning her into a beautiful fiery flower. A cempasuchil. (Marigold) just then a hummingbird gently touched the center of the flower. The hummingbird being Huitzilin. The flower opened its petals and filled the air with it’s beautiful and mysterious scent. They will always be together. At least as long as there are marigolds and hummingbirds.
So someone close to me had read about this legend and says, it’s so Mexican to love someone even in death. We are so dark… lol
However love is love and sometimes we’ve really no choice in the matter. The heart wants what the soul determines is a match. Tread lightly in making someone care for you.. they only need their one..