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..
One of my stops is Byram MS… at the Swinging Bridge.
So if you walk on it yes, it moves and I suppose you could get it to swing.
So as I walked into the bridge, two young fellas were standing near the middle and yell, “ y’all better hurry if you wanna see a alligator.” Uh yeah I wanna see one… sure enough on the bank of the river was a good sized alligator. Cool!
So after the alligator excitement a small walk on the bridge I noticed all these locks on the bridge.. now let me just say my mind was just reeling… locks? Omg 💕
These young men were very kind and happy to talk. So I had to ask, even though I knew the answer… so what do these locks signify? One of the men said it’s for love. The things you run into when you least expect it. Well, in France there’s a bridge where two lovers write their names on a lock put it on the bridge and throw the key in the river.. Someone must have brought that with them here. So very cool. Locks for days… love?
I sure hope so…
So this was all cool and all but, back at camp… a red cardinal… yeah ..
And just to dig it all an’ not to wonder, that’s just fine And I’ll be satisfied not to read in between the lines