A "reverent" culture

This past week a relatively new resident of San Miguel used this term in something he said on Facebook.  It was beautifully written and he said he thought the "reverent" culture of Mexico
and San Miguel had lead him to think about something more then usual.

Those two words have stuck with me for all these days.  To me, it was the supreme compliment to the peoples of Mexico and San Miguel that a newcomer "got it".

However, when I thought about writing a blog about these two words that are somewhat intangible, how do I do that?  At first I thought of all the amazing sights I have seen in the last forty five years in this "reverent culture".  The touching gentleness.  The artisanship of the people. Their love for their family, their history, and their culture. 

I thought about all the kindnesses bestowed on me that were never expected.  Often by complete strangers who saw my need and came to the rescue instantly.  For me, it happens almost weekly!

I thought about all the sights I've seen in the past when living up on the hill engulfed in the Mexican daily life of people scrounging for firewood, or building a stone wall or walking their children to and from school each and every day.

Then, I thought of the thousands of photos that could help to show this "reverent" culture.  Here are just a few.  It is so so true in words and deeds on a daily basis, that I witness big and small, the reverent culture of Mexico.  I am honored!

   The honoring of saint's days, holidays and holy days with altars decorated with flowers.

  Again, a participation in a cultural event and exposing the children to these things at an early age       so  they carry the traditions forward.

              If I don't see at least one of these women each time I'm in that neighborhood, I wonder if something is not right that day.  A beautiful sight, each and every time.

  I don't know if this dog still lays in the middle of the sidewalk in the jardin.  He used to and as I sat on the bench watching the locals and tourists coming and going, I never saw someone disturb the dog.  They either walked around him or reached down and petted him before stepping over him.  This could go on for hours.  A sign of the gentleness of these people.

Another lovely sight right in the town of San Miguel that just, to me, shows the horizons and energy of all that is right with this culture.

Does any of this make sense?  I hope so because a "reverent culture" is hard to find in this World today.  I and many other people are lucky to be surrounded by it.  

Viva Mexico!