Conversations with Virgin Mary
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Don’t Wait Idly
Conversations with Virgin Mary Friday, May 26 Waiting idly is a waste of time. Use these moments for your benefit instead, try practising presence. Tonight, you’ll have guests, so you decided to make something special for supper, Tacos al Pastor: First the marinade—twenty-four hours soaking pork loin in dried chiles—then another twenty-four hours sous-viding, because…
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Water Takes Many Forms
Conversations with Virgin Mary Thursday, April 27 Water takes many forms. Frozen—waiting for someone else to free it.Still—green, thick, breeding sickness.Whirlpool—moving but going nowhere, swirling with its own debris.Waterfall—leaping into the void, surrendering to gravity and consequence. Which one are you? You know the answer. You’ve been circling for months, mistaking motion for progress. The…
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We Trade the Ticket for the Sugar Bag
The narrative centers on self-doubt, procrastination, and the struggle to pursue artistic ambitions. Through conversations with a friend named Jorge and reflections on personal experiences, the protagonist recognizes excuses tied to past grievances and fears. They confront their reluctance to take action, guided by messages that inspire self-acceptance and boldness.
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Are You Closer to Your Promised Land?
The narrative explores the speaker’s reflections on envy and self-comparison after receiving a letter from Jorge, inspired by Virgin Mary’s wisdom. Despite their initial intentions, they find themselves distracted by neighborly envy and digital comparisons, ultimately realizing that personal growth should focus on individual paths rather than others’ achievements.
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All Thing Must Pass
The post reflects on the author’s complex relationship with their late gallerist, Oscar, and the challenge of balancing artistic integrity with social media trends. Visiting Jorge, the author grapples with loss and the inevitability of change while processing grief through metaphorical comparisons to outgrown shoes and the fleeting nature of relationships.
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Frozen Pizza Thoughts
My mother flew back to Guadalajara yesterday with my brother (who returned to Boston after) and a nurse. She’s getting worse, and I feel that being alone now—with only paid caregivers, while her three sons live scattered across North America—will not benefit her at all. My house feels wrong without her—too quiet, too clean, too…
Carlos Fentanes 