I’m a fan of the Virgin Mary. Not in a religious way, but a kitchy sort of way. ‘Nary a month goes by without her popping up somewhere. She’s a very busy saint. She appears in tortillas, under viaducts, on turtle bellies, in sonograms, in stained cookware, in windows, and the patterns of wood paneling. Like Where’s Waldo or Carmen Sandiego. And then shrines pop up in her wake. Flowers. Candles. Teddy bears. And people come. Just in case there are any leftover miracles hanging around.
I especially like the Virgen de Guadalupe. Standing on the moon. Stars on her mantle. A Mexican icon. The miraculous cloak her portrait appears on is in an enormous bunker-like concrete basilica. Behind bullet-proof glass. Short moving walkways keep devotees from taking too much of her time. So they pray facing her on the short trip one way, and do it again on the way back. You can go back and forth endlessly. You just can’t stand still.
Who knows? Maybe she'll make an appearance today.