(Art) Black Madonna Redeems the Snake by Yvonne Lucia

Mixed media assemblage by Yvonne Lucia

Mixed media assemblage by Yvonne Lucia

Artist statement:

The Black Madonna is an archetype understood by many scholars to be related to the ancient Egyptian Goddess Isis.  Her legacy is marked by passionate identification with the oppressed and with values of justice with compassion, equality, and transformation.

In classical Christian iconography, a sweet-faced Virgin Mary is often depicted standing on a globe, crushing the head of a snake.  This image was a brilliant way for the patriarchal church to eclipse  Goddess cults:  to have the asexual and passive Mary  killing off  the snake,  an ancient symbol of the goddess, wisdom, and transformation .

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We, the co-editors, contributors, and advisers, have started the Mago Web (Cross-cultural Goddess Web) to rekindle old Gynocentric Unity in our time. Now YOU can help us raise this torch high to the Primordial Mountain Home (Our Mother Earth Herself) wherein everyone is embraced in WE. There are many ways to support Return to Mago. You may donate to us. No amount is too small for us. For your time and skill, please email Helen Hwang (magoism@gmail.com). Please take an action today and we need that! Thank YOU in Goddesshood of all beings!

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(Art Poem) Our Lady of Guadalupe by Yvonne M. Lucia

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O Lady of Guadalupe,

I imagine you smiling

at the celebrity

you’ve become.

Your image is everywhere,

on coffee mugs and T-shirts,

earrings and dish towels,

your colorful legacy

a talisman of hope

for common folk

laboring in the daily grind.

Our longing for

compassionate presence,

a mother’s unconditional love

and tender care

is met by your sweet gaze.

Along with Juan Diego,

your first incredulous disciple,

we believe in miracles  –

believe that roses can bloom

on rocky ground,

in wintry desolation.

Meet Mago Contributor, Yvonne M. Lucia.

We, the co-editors, contributors, and advisers, have started the Mago Web (Cross-cultural Goddess Web) to rekindle old Gynocentric Unity in our time. Now YOU can help us raise this torch high to the Primordial Mountain Home (Our Mother Earth Herself) wherein everyone is embraced in WE. There are many ways to support Return to Mago. You may donate to us. No amount is too small for us. For your time and skill, please email Helen Hwang (magoism@gmail.com). Please take an action today and we need that! Thank YOU in Goddesshood of all beings!

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(Art Poem) Annunciation by Yvonne M. Lucia

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Hail Mary,

full of grace,

Wisdom

is with you.

Blessed art thou,

and all women,

and blessed

 is the fruit

of our wombs:

new life,

from thought,

from word,

from seed,

from anything

and all.

Holy Mary,

Mother God,

come to the aid

of your children,

now, in this hour

of our dire need,

and at the hour

of our death.

Amen.

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We, the co-editors, contributors, and advisers, have started the Mago Web (Cross-cultural Goddess Web) to rekindle old Gynocentric Unity in our time. Now YOU can help us raise this torch high to the Primordial Mountain Home (Our Mother Earth Herself) wherein everyone is embraced in WE. There are many ways to support Return to Mago. You may donate to us. No amount is too small for us. For your time and skill, please email Helen Hwang (magoism@gmail.com). Please take an action today and we need that! Thank YOU in Goddesshood of all beings!

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(Art Poem) O fruitful like the olive tree by Yvonne M Lucia

Olive Tree

O fruitful like the olive tree,

you stand strong and resilient

though gnarled from age

and the ravages

of merciless storms.

Your face,

a storied map,

guides me to the truth

of Wisdom’s price.

In spite of all,

your withered limbs bear fruit.

May I be so rooted and grounded

in the orchard

of your generative love

that my true worship

 is a harvest

of justice, integrity, and compassion.

Read Meet Mago Contributor Yvonne M Lucia.

We, the co-editors, contributors, and advisers, have started the Mago Web (Cross-cultural Goddess Web) to rekindle old Gynocentric Unity in our time. Now YOU can help us raise this torch high to the Primordial Mountain Home (Our Mother Earth Herself) wherein everyone is embraced in WE. There are many ways to support Return to Mago. You may donate to us. No amount is too small for us. For your time and skill, please email Helen Hwang (magoism@gmail.com). Please take an action today and we need that! Thank YOU in Goddesshood of all beings!

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(Poem) December by Yvonne M. Lucia

Long past its usefulness,

a robin’s  empty nest

nestles in the dormant branches

of  our dwarf magnolia tree –

now, after the first snowfall,

a woven bowl

filled to the brim

with downy whiteness.

Fledglings incubated here

a few short months ago,

held in the  circular enclosure

of this perfectly constructed

straw container.

I observe

the incongruous

juxtaposition.

A bitter north wind

stings my face;

autumn’s long, slow descent

into cold and darkness

roosts  silently.

The wheel of the year

turns.

Words & image  © Yvonne M. Lucia 2013

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(Art Poem) Gate of Heaven by Yvonne M. Lucia

Gate of Heaven

GATE OF HEAVEN

 

O Gate of Heaven,

you invite me

to cross the threshold

to my deeper Self,

past the frightening guardians

who confront me

with what must be left behind

so that I may pass

through fear to love.

May the doors of my own heart

swing open;

may I be a gate

through which your light

enters the world.

Images & Prayers  ©Yvonne M. Lucia 2013

(Art Poem) Comforter of the Afflicted by Yvonne M. Lucia

Comforter of the Afflicted

COMFORTER OF THE AFFLICTED

 

O Comforter of the Afflicted,

hide me in the shelter

of your wings.

See me with the tender sight

of your many-eyed vision.

Caress my wounds

with your soft healing touch.

Open me to the paradox

that the crucible of sorrow

may bear unseen gifts.

As your merciful care

embraces and assists me,

may I be a sacrament of presence

to all whose sufferings

touch my heart.

Images & Prayers  ©Yvonne M. Lucia 2013

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Meet Mago Contributor, Yvonne M. Lucia

Y LuciaIs a self-taught, multi-media artist who has been making things since she was a young child. Combining her passion for creativity with professional degrees in nursing and theology, and training in Expressive Arts and Spiritual Direction, Yvonne believes that:

  • art making has the potential to connect us with our Sacred Source
  • creating art can change us as individuals when we express thoughts, feelings and emotions that are too deep for words
  • experiencing the creations of others can move us beyond our own small spheres of understanding and bias
  • creativity is the language of the soul and is our birthright as human beings.

Yvonne operates the Art Barn Studio in Binghamton, NY, where she offers opportunities for women to engage in creative, soulful, playful exploration. For more information about her work, seehttp://www.yvonnelucia.com (under construction and will be available soon) and www.sacredartportal.com, which is now Live.

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(Art poem essay) In Praise of Her by Yvonne M. Lucia

In Praise of Her

IN PRAISE OF HER

I pledged my life to God

in the back seat

of our ’57 Rambler

when I was seven,

as my dad drove home

from the 6AM Latin Mass.

When Sister Renata

taught us the catechism

in first grade,

the Doctrine of Limbo

made me cry.

That same year

she chose me

to lead the May Procession –

the special girl

who got to wear

the special dress

reserved for the occasion.

I crowned the alabaster Mary

with a wreath of baby’s breath,

then joined the others

in the Living Rosary

encircling the altar.

Today I worship

the Feminine Divine –

the seeds of my rebellion

were sown, it seems,

around the age of reason,

with talk of “Pygmies”

who, unbaptized,

upon their death

might live happily ever-after

but could not meet God.

The pastel velvet dress

I wore for Mary’s coronation –

that domesticated Rite of Spring-

was the tiny spore

of my unfurling.

The child

is mother

of the woman.

Now,

I’m whirling

in the circle dance

in praise of Her.

The poem “In Praise of Her” is my attempt to crystalize the experience of my journey with the Divine Feminine, encountered in the figure of Mary, from childhood to the present.  I have been a lover of Mary for as long as I can remember.  As a young girl I used to recite the prayer “Lovely Lady Dressed in Blue” each night before falling asleep. I felt held and comforted by the words and the images I saw in my mind’s eye.

The series of paintings that I began in January 2012, Contemporary Images of the Feminine Divine, is a culmination of many threads of my life being woven together into a public offering of my personal theology.  The paintings explore images of the sacred feminine, primarily symbolized in the archetypal figure of Mary.  They are visual contemplative prayers offered as a healing balm for our broken selves and for our dying Mother earth.  The images are intended as reflections and mirrors of the sacred feminine that resides within each of us, male and female alike.

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