#la curandera

[jonathan-parra-acero]

♪ La palma curandera de la mano suya

alivia de mi pena la dolenciaaa ♪

[folkmania]

Carmen Lomas Garza, La Curandera, ca. 1974, hand-colored etching and aquatint on paper, image: 13 7⁄8 x 17 3⁄4 in. (35.3 x 45 cm) sheet: 16 1⁄2 x 20 3⁄8 in. (41.9 x 51.8 cm), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Tomás Ybarra-Frausto, 1995.50.60, © 1974, Carmen Lomas Garza

[betweenthebarses]

Curate mi niña con amor del más bonito.

Natalia Lafourcade

[seekdestr0y]

Curanderismo: Mexican American Folk Healing by Robert T. Trotter II & Juan Antonio Chavira

“At least six major historical influences have shaped thebeliefs and practices of curanderismo by Mexican Americans in the Lower Rio Grande Valley: Judeo-Christian religious beliefs, symbols, and rituals; early Arabic medicine and health practices (combined with Greek humoral medicine, revived during the Spanish Renaissance); medieval and later European witchcraft; Native American herbal lore and health practices; modern beliefs about spiritualism and psychic phenomena; and scientific medicine. None of these influences dominates curanderismo, but each has had someimpact on its historical development.”

[ibuprofeno-s]

Cúrate mi niña con amor del más bonito, y recuerda que tú eres la medicina.

[iamwinklebottom]

Santa Muerte La Rosada Rose Quartz Glass Seed Bead Necklace: Love, Self Love, Self Worth & More

This beautiful handmade piece will be charged with the pink aspect of Santa Muerte on my personal Santa Muerte altar until purchased. Santa Muerte La Rosada has assisted me with self love extremely without causing negativity to sprout from loving myself so much.

THESE SEED BEADS ARE OPAQUE PEARL COLORED… NOT OPAQUE WHITE… WITH GENUINE ROSE QUARTZ AND WOOD!

This stone is a gentle usherer into truth. Rose Quartz are beautiful and power crystals. I personally believe that it is now overlooked because of how easily available it is.

Rose Quartz is very beneficial; when worked with closely is will improve your self worth and self love. It will add love in all areas of your life high vibrationally and open your eyes to see where your love is being misdirected. These pink stones also help you heal your heart chakra and inner child.

It is very good for the energetic heart space, but also works well in healing and maintaining physical heart and overall chest health. Rose Quartz also purifies the fluids in the body and assists with the circulatory systems. Please be sure to do your own research; I find new things all the time.

Channeled Message For Buyer: “In order to be blessed with unwavering divine love,

… you must master divinely loving yourself,” - Santa Muerte La Rosado

Length: 12”

[pvrseide]

( @ihuerfanas​ )               ‘  ¿eres invitado de mi abuela?  ’  pregunta después de haberse detenido en el marco de la entrada de su casa al detectar presencia desconocida, acostumbrada a que la gente del pueblo acudiera por los servicios de doña marce pero aún así sorprendida por la hora que era.  ‘  ¿ella ya sabe que estás aquí? ¿puedo ofrecerte algo?  ’

[paseodementiras]

Vida de María Sabina. La sabia de los hongos

I

No sé en qué año nací, pero mi madre María Concepción me dijo que fue en la mañana del día en que se celebra a la Virgen Magdalena, allá en Río Santiago, agencia del municipio de Huautla.

-Álvaro Estrada

[inabooknook]

The Haunting of Alejandra by V. Castro

The premise of this book was so interesting. Alejandra, the main character is stuck with a generational curse, the curse of La Llorona who has followed her since the birth of her daughter. The story was so well done, and very informative and interesting. I learned a lot of things about curanderas, La Llorona herself, and Mexican-American culture that I would not have known about before. The story follows Alejandra as she starts experiencing more and more serious run ins with the curse, and goes about trying to handle the situation without causing worse things to occur. As I said, the story was nothing like anything I have read before, which honestly was a breath of fresh air since I was able to find out about things outside my usual realm of understanding. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who likes supernatural things, but also enjoys mysteries.

This ebook was provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

[southernmermaidsgrotto]

Herbalism book reccomendations 📚🌿

General herbalism:

The Herbal Medicine-Maker's Handbook by Green J. (2011)

20,000 Secrets of Tea: The Most Effective Ways to Benefit from Nature's Healing Herbs by Zak V. (1999)

The Modern Herbal Dispensatory: A Medicine-Making Guid by Easly T. (2016)

A-Z Guide to Drug-Herb-Vitamin Interactions by Gaby A.R.

American Herbal Products Association's Botanical Safety Handbook (2013) 

Medical Herbalism: The Science and Practice of Herbal Medicine by Hoffman D. (2003)

Herbal Medicine for Beginners: Your Guide to Healing Common Ailments with 35 Medicinal Herbs by Swift K & Midura R (2018)

Today's Herbal Health: The Essential Reference Guide by Tenney L. (1983)

Today's Herbal Health for Women: The Modern Woman's Natural Health Guide by Tenney L (1996)

Today's Herbal Health for Children: A Comprehensive Guide to Understanding Nutrition and Herbal Medicine for Children by Tenney L. (1996)

For my black folks!!!

African Medicine: A Complete Guide to Yoruba Healing Science and African Herbal Remedies by Sawandi T.M. (2017)

Handbook of African Medicinal Plants by Iwu M.M. (1993)

Working The Roots: Over 400 Years of Traditional African American Healing by Lee M.E. (2017)

Hoodoo Medicine: Gullah Herbal Remedies by Mitchell F. (2011)

African American Slave Medicine: Herbal and non-Herbal Treatments by Covey H.C. (2008)

The Art & Practice of Spiritual Herbalism: Transform, Heal, and Remember with the Power of Plants and Ancestral Medicine by Rose K.M. (2022)

Indigenous authors & perspectives!!

Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants by Kimmerer R.W. (2015)

Gathering moss by Kimmerer R.W. (2003)

The Plants Have So Much To Give All We Have To Do Is Ask by Siisip Geniusz M. (2005)

Our Knowledge Is Not Primitive: Decolonizing Botanical Anishinaabe Teachings by Djinn Geniusz W. (2009)

Ancient Pathways, Ancestral Knowledge: ethnobotany and ecological wisdom of indigenous peoples of northwestern North America by Turner N. (2014)

A Taste of Heritage: Crow Indian Recipes and Herbal Medicines by Hogan Snell A. (2006)

Medicines to Help Us by Belcourt C. (2007)

After the First Full Moon in April: A Sourcebook of Herbal Medicine from a California Indian Elder by Grant Peters J. (2010)

Latin american herbalism works!!

Earth Medicines: Ancestral Wisdom, Healing Recipes, and Wellness Rituals from a Curandera by Cocotzin Ruiz F. (2021)

Hierbas y plantas curativas by Chiti J.F. (2015)

Del cuerpo a las raíces by San Martín P.P., Cheuquelaf I. & Cerpa C. (2011)

Manual introductorio a la Ginecología Natural by San Martín P.P.

🌿This is what I have for now but I’ll update the post as I find and read new works, so keep coming if you wanna check for updates. Thank you for reading 🌿

[napakmahal]

Anon because I feel like I’m about to say smth cringe lol but how about a fic with a (possibly Psych major) reader that’s got a holistic view of the world with Tadashi? Would be interesting to see what that information brings concerning Baymax’s plan of care and how a relationship would form with Tadashi like dat ya dig

Idk mostly inspired by Natalia Lafourcade’s song María La Curandera (it’s in Spanish, you’ll have to search up the translation if you’re curious!) also growing up in an immigrant household with care alternatives to things maybe a doctor would not take seriously/ not being able to connect with a patient due to beliefs and or language barriers.

Can I just you’re actually so real for this. This is NOT cringe pookie okay. First of all, love my psych classes but also second of all my family is so holistic. We’re from the Philippines and the hospital is reserved special for if you’re dying. (Btw that’s bad, go to the doctors please)

You don’t fight with your boyfriend…like ever. You don’t like fighting and he thinks fighting i childish. But that’s not to say you two agree on everything. Exhibit A:

“At least with my remedies I know I won’t be overdosing on cough syrup.”

“Baby, with all due respect I’m not using herbs to get rid of a respiratory infection.”

Another thing, you love Baymax. You really do. You were there to help build him, he knows you personally but he has nothing to do with your health. And that irritated Tadashi to no end. Flu season had come around and it seemed like everyone was getting sick. Including you. The basic fever, cough, headaches, and disgusting amounts of phlegm hacking out of your throat. Yet, you denied any help from your boyfriend’s healthcare robot.

It made him upset because you could get better so much faster if you let him use his extensive medical knowledge on you, and yet you still said no. But nothing about your ideologies had created such tension until recently. When he caught you doing something he deemed unfathomable.

Almost a week into you being sick, he’d seen you chopping onions late into the night after making his lemon tea.

“What are you doing?” Tadashi looked over at you after coughing up a chunk of bloody phlegm from his own throat.

You sniffed, clearly congested. “Cutting onions.”

“For what?”

“My socks.”

“I’m sorry?”

Surely he must have misheard you. You and him had been together for years and he knew all about your home remedies. There was a stained food processor in your house from when he had joint pain in his wrist and you had him eat turmeric paste. When Hiro had unknowingly given him stomach flu you went out and bought efficascent oil and rubbed it on his stomach. He’s seen you gargle salt water, chew on peppermint, put baking soda on bee stings, eat raw garlic, and drink cranberry juice for your menstrual problems but that one took the cake.

“Do you want some?” You’d asked it so innocently but your tone could have changed if you’d seen the look of utter disbelief on his face.

The both of you had been sick for a week in an endless cycle of eating strawberries, and oranges, taking magnesium, and eating spoonfuls of grainy raw honey. All of that to him seemed fine. Even he understood to a certain extent you couldn’t just take medicine all the time. But when he offered to buy cough syrup, ibuprofen for throat pain, Tylenol for cough headaches, and other flu medications you shut it down. He was free to take all of those things to make himself feel better and he swore it did.

But you were in so much pain and it seemed like whatever you were doing wasn’t helping. Just that morning, Tadashi rubbed your back while you had a 10-minute coughing fit that was so bad there were streaks of blood in your spit. You’d cried when a pounding headache hadn’t left and he felt so helpless knowing there was nothing he could do about it.

Tadashi stuttered. “W-Why are we cutting onions for our socks?”

“You put them in your socks and then you sleep with them on, my mom swears by it. But if you have like sensory problems that’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“Baby don’t you think- maybe you should just take something for it?”

You scoffed because you already knew where this was going. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny. It’s just you’re so sick.” His voice dripped with concern.

Just as he’d said it you dug your face into your elbow and started coughing. The loud, raspy, crunchy kind of cough. Almost like the universe was on his side. Then came the cough headaches. The one thing you had allowed Baymax to scan you for and nothing else. A build-up of pressure from consistent coughing and sneezing in your head could cause pounding headaches.

The second he saw the grimace on your face, Tadashi jumped up from his study table and ran over to you. Pulling you in for a hug and gently pushing his fingers through your head. But that was also the time he decided he couldn’t take this anymore. His girl was in pain and crying over a sickness he could use his brain and his bot to figure out how to cure.

“I can’t take this anymore.” He confessed still holding you. “Please, will you let me give you a Tylenol?”

“T, no.”

“Why not? It’s so obvious you’re hurting. I know you don’t like taking medicine. I get that, but you just aren’t getting any better.”

You gently lifted your head off Tadashi’s chest and looked up at him. “So are you and you’ve been taking medicine.”

“But I feel like I’m getting better.”

“Hunny, you threw up an hour ago.” You deadpanned.

He racked his brain for a positive way to spin the horrible retching experience. “O-okay but that’s-um, that’s the body’s way of making itself feel better.”

You two were going in circles. But Tadashi was not backing down. He was adamant that you get better if it was the last thing he did and you knew it. Last year Hiro got sick with a particularly horrible kidney infection. So bad that when he’d tried to walk to the restroom he collapsed on the floor physically unable to move. After that none of your friends ever really saw Tadashi for almost two weeks. Right after school, he’d sprint home just to take care of him. That was his thing. Your boyfriend lived to take care of people.

Some people in the world don’t care about anything you’ve ever done and something you will do. Like doctors. Doctors don’t need to know how good or bad of a person your friends think you are in order to take care of you. Finding people like that is rare. Tadashi is one of those people.

And you, one of the people he loved and cared for most in the entire world wouldn’t let his extensive knowledge on healthcare help you feel better. And no matter how many times you reassured him, he couldn’t help but feel like you being sick was his fault.

“How about this,” He suggested, moving his hand from your head to your face. “I will do your onion-sock thing if you let me give you cough syrup. Just one spoonful and then we’ll drop it. Sound fair?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you slowly nodded your head. Out of relief, you were going to let him do something about how you felt, Tadashi leaned down and kissed you right then and there. It was extremely counterproductive and he couldn’t have cared less.

That night, you let your boyfriend spoon artificial cherry-flavored Robitussin into your mouth. And he let you put loosely chopped pieces of white onion in his socks while he slept. For the record, neither of your immune systems ever really recovered in that one night. And yet-somehow, you woke up feeling the best you had in over a week.

[ninifruu]

[rubywolffxxx]

Jinetes Bastardos (Jace x lectora)

Masterlist de mi autoría

Sinopsis: jace odiaba a los nuevos jinetes de su madre. Le recordaban lo inestable que era su reclamo del trono. No quería tenerlos cerca, pero cierta joven curandera no se rendiría hasta poder ablandar su corazón.

—Explícate bien.—Rhaenyra miraba a aquella joven en las costas de Dragonstone, sin terminar de creerse lo que estaba escuchando.

—Ya le dije, majestad. Fui al monte, en Vale... Soy curandera, bueno, estoy aprendiendo... Pero soy bastante buena y-

—Simplifica, niña.—un guardia la apuró.

—Juntaba flores, cuando un dragón apareció de la nada.—miró hacia el cielo, donde la dragona de tonos suaves volaba junto a Vermax—. Me asusté y le estampé un ramo de lavanda en el hocico, y parece que le gustó porque no se ha separado de mi... vine de inmediato, Aegon no era una opción válida para mi.—

—¿De qué casa eres, ____?—Rhaenyra la miró ansiosa—. ¿Descendiente de alguna casa importante?—

—Madre curandera. Padre... Inexistente, supongo.—levantó su ondulado cabello azabache, y Rhaenyra vio los suaves destellos blanquecinos ocultos entre el negro—. Pensé que tenía canas prematuras, pero ahora creo que no lo son.—

—... Pues felicidades entonces, eres una jinete ahora.—____ sonrió emocionada.

—¿Sunflower puede quedarse conmigo?—

—¿girasol? ¿Es en serio?—Rhaenyra la miró divertida.

—El mayor regalo que la naturaleza puede ofrecerle al ser humano, majestad... La flor más noble, hermosa y resistente.—

—Bueno, es un buen nombre, supongo.—

—Pero le digo Sunny para resumir.—la dragona rugió al escuchar su nombre.

Desde que ____ se presentó en Dragonstone, otro jinete más se unió. Y entonces Rhaenyra entendió que las semillas de dragón eran la solución. Aquello no le gustó nada a Jace, y por desgracia ese malhumor terminaba depositado en la joven curandera.

—Disculpe, mi príncipe.—Jace rodó los ojos al ver a aquella chica acercarse—. Me dijo la reina que se lastimó la mano entrenando... ¿Le molesta si le doy un vistazo?—

—No quiero tu ayuda.—

—Querer y necesitar... La fina brecha antes del desastre.—____ se acercó de todas formas, dejando una canastita sobre la mesa central del lugar—. ¿El orgullo le impide dejar que una pobre niña de Vale toque su mano?—Jace no dijo nada—. ¿O el hecho de que sea una bastarda lo hace?—

El príncipe se alejó enseguida, sentándose en el escritorio cubierto de pergaminos. ____ lo siguió de forma disimulada.

—Ustedes no deberían ser capaces de reclamar un dragón ¿Cómo... Qué imagen de la casa le damos al mundo?—la miró con frustración, y ____ entendió que el joven tenía mucho más dolor que el de una mano lesionada—. Incluso tú tienes algo de cabello blanco y yo...—

—Tú tienes un cabello genial ¿Cómo mantienes esos rizos perfectos?—Jace resopló apenas, y ____ con cuidado miró su mano para evaluar la herida.

—Tengo el cabello del guardia de mi madre... sin sangre real.—

—Tienes la misma sangre que los príncipes Lucerys y Joffrey ¿Me equivoco?—Jace no dijo nada—. Eso solo significa que tu madre apreciaba a este hombre... Él se mantuvo a su lado por años.—

—... Supongo.—

—¿Y sir Laenor? ¿Él te quiso?—sacó algunas vendas de su canasta.

—Como si fuera su hijo real...—

—Genial, entonces... Tuviste dos padres presentes más que yo.—Jace la miró, y solo entonces notó que su mano ya estaba vendada. Eso lo sorprendió—. Juré lealtad a tu madre, y nunca pondré en duda tu legitimidad, sin importar tu sangre.—se inclinó un poquito hacia él—. Si ante el mundo eres un bastardo... ¿Qué mejor forma de cerrarles la boca que con un ejército de ellos? Será un honor seguirlo a donde sea que nos guie.—

—... ¿Ejército bastardo? ¿En serio?—la vio sonreír.

—A veces me gusta pensar que Aemond tuvo que robar un dragón viejito... Y a mi, una simple bastarda, me eligió un dragón... Ah... Y tengo los dos ojos post selección.—

—Su dragón es el más grande vivo.—

—Si, bueno. Pero el mío no está senil.—Jace rió bajito, y ____ tomó eso como un alivio para el joven. No solo por la mano. Juntó sus cosas y se dirigió a la puerta—. No se rasque la mano y no moje las vendas... Mañana lo revisaremos ¿Si?—lo vio asentir—. Que descanse bien, príncipe heredero de magnífica cabellera.—hizo una leve reverencia antes de marcharse.

Esa noche, Rhaenyra se extrañó por no recibir a Jace con sus reclamos de siempre.

—¿Otra vez volvió a ganar?—Addam miró a Ulf, quien se acercó frustrado a él en la costa.

—... el mío es más grande.—

—Ah, que frase tan de pene corto.—____ se acercó risueña—. Pobre Silvy, le tocó un jinete patético.—

—¡Oye! Más respeto que soy mayor.—

—Si, claro. Lloriquear no te hará romper mi racha.—se quitó los guantes, para luego amarrar su cabello algo desordenado.

—Volemos entonces.—El trio de jinetes volteó hacia Jace, quien se acercaba a paso tranquilo.

Addam miró de inmediato a sus compañeros, extrañándose de que el príncipe finalmente se acercaba sin una cara de odio absoluto.

—Ah, me temo que las carreras bastardas solo están limitadas a bastardos plebeyos.—____ se cruzó de brazos expectante.

—Bueno, cumplo uno de los requisitos ¿Vuelas o no?—Jace la vio sonreír, y no pudo evitar hacerlo también.

—Bien... Pero dame un momento, Sunny esta cansada de destrozar el trasero de estos bastardos.—

—Que... Bastarda.—Ulf la miró indignado, y Addam rió con aquello.

—Dejen de decir la palabra con B tan a la ligera...—

Comenzaba a anochecer cuando el par de jóvenes se acomodó en la cima montañosa de Dragonstone.

—Hacia el norte hay una pequeña isla. Debemos ir hasta alli.—____ miró a Jace, quien terminaba de acomodarse en el lomo de Vermax—. Volvemos aquí, te bajas y el primero que toma su copa y se sirve un poco de vino gana... Bueno, yo me sirvo jugo de naranja porque no me gusta el vino.—

—Por los dioses...—Jace negó divertido.

—¿Listo, ricitos?—

—Romperé tu racha.—

—Si, si. Ulf dijo lo mismo.—

El par de jóvenes alzó vuelo y la carrera empezó. Eran veloces, muy veloces.

Tal vez estaban algo lejos, pero Jace escuchaba la lejana pero firme voz de ____ ordenando a su dragón. Su valyrio, a pesar de ser aún verde de aprendizaje, sonaba maravilloso.

La tarde atareada de Sunflower le pasó factura, por lo que bajó su velocidad y Jace tomó ventaja de eso. Aterrizó apresurado en la montaña, y quiso tomar la copa en cuanto vio a la chica comenzando a descender. Su emoción por la victoria lo hizo olvidarse de la herida en su mano, la cual le dio un punzante y traicionero dolor que le hizo tirar la copa de repente. Se partió en mil pedazos.

____ se acercó enseguida, y a pesar de que Jace creía que tomaría la copa restante y serviría su victoria, ella se acercó a él preocupada y tomó su mano.

—¿¡Duele mucho!? Diablos... debí darle más capas. Lo lamento ¿Te parece si le volvemos a poner medicina?—Jace entonces se enfocó en la mujer, ignorando el punzante dolor de su mano.

Era hermosa...

—Solo para que conste, no ganaste. Sunny esta cansada.—____ ignoraba la pesada atención que estaba recibiendo mientras ajustaba las vendas—. Volemos mañana, o mejor pasado. No quiero exigirle mucho a mi niña... ¿Competencia de fonética valyria? Ahí si te gano, eres un asco.—____ levantó la mirada hacia el chico, dispuesta a volver a molestarlo. Pero en su lugar recibió un beso. Sintió que su corazón se agitaba con aquello

—... ¿y si el mundo se entera de que el príncipe bastardo esta interesado en la jinete bastarda de su ejército bastardo?—la miró con cierta expectativa, rogando no haberse pasado de confianza.

—Nunca pensé oírte decir tantas veces la palabra bastarda... ¿Superaste el trauma?—

—Mi sangre paterna no me define.—

—Bendito sea Strong por legarte tan lindo cabello... y otras cosas lindas.—Jace sonrió—. ¿Revisamos esa mano?—

—Solo si sostienes la otra.—

____ agradecía que ya estaba anocheciendo, pues así no sería tan evidente el rubor en su rostro en cuanto Jace tomó su mano.

[fourchuu]

Day 19: Palette 3

Character(s): Vivienne

wc:  747

The sand was hot but it was as soft as ever. Back home in Playa, Vivienne was fond of laying in the sand. Feeling the sun tan her skin as her family played in the water. Here, it was more dangerous but it felt the same. Warm and comforting. It was dryer here than in Playa, a plus. But it lacked that smell. The salt, the fresh seafoam that washed over the shores.

But Vivienne can't complain, the people here are nice and there are far more of them than Playa.

Walking outside, she threw on her thin shawl and began walking. Her job wasn't far, but it was a good walk away. Enough to see the scenery everyday. The nude-ish orange buildings decorated with bold teals and pinks. The dark green cacti with bright pink prickly pears blooming from the arms.

Women and their children sitting outside talking to neighbors, occasionally waving to Vivienne as she passes by.

Vivienne walks to a pale yellow building, it's a two story, squat but full of everything one needs. Inside is the town curandera, a wise older woman well practiced in her herbal medicine. Walking through the wooden door, Vivienne is greeted with the soft scent of sandalwood.

"Ah, Vivienne." She smiles, sitting on a stool putting together sachets of herbs.

"Come here, it's a slow day."

Vivienne walks over, sitting across from her. She picks up some sachets and begins filling with each herb displayed on the table.

"How are you?"

"I'm good, Gloria, how are you?"

"Same as always." She laughed.

They continued packing things together, a bit of anise, some nettle leaves, a few pieces of clove.

"We got a shipment this morning, could you unload the boxes?"

"Of course." Vivienne stood and walked over to the back room, there were glass canisters of herbs, spices, even some glasses of lye water. But along the back door there sat three large crates of products Gloria ordered.

Vivienne began the process of opening and paying out the contents of the crates, carefully putting them out before stocking some of the product onto their counters and shelves.

The two heard the bell of the front door open.

"Hello?"

A stranger, a young woman probably in her thirties.

"Hello, welcome to our curanderia." Gloria said.

"Do you do readings?"

"Yes! Vivienne, could you give her a reading upstairs?"

"Yes, follow me." She led the lady up the stairs and into their reading room.

Upstairs the floor as four rooms separated with sheer drapes. Vivienne led the woman into the room with the bright orange sun drapes. A warm sunny room with the light shining into the room.

Vivienne began shuffling her deck of cards.

"We use loteria cards, but we can use a tarot deck if you'd like." Vivienne says to the lady.

"That's fine. I'm-" She stops, thinking of what to say.

Vivienne continues shuffling her deck as she waits for the woman to give her the question she's wording.

"I want to know if I should choose route a or b. Route a has a handsome man, a future with love. Route b as a change of scenery, an uncertain future."

Vivienne takes in this dilemma. She picks out two cards for route a and another two cards for route b.

Flipping them over, route a has la sandia and el diablo, roube b has el tambor and la pera.

Vivienne collects her thoughts before telling the lady.

"While he may be sweet, he may have devilish intentions. Route b has sweetness too, and the drum tells you to see this route through. It may not be what you initially want, but it can be trusted far more than the other."

She nods and listens intently to Vivienne's words.

"Thank you. I will ponder on this more, if I need further readings can I come back?"

"Of course!" Vivienne smiles, "We are always open to new people and familiar faces."

"Thank you, here." She hands Vivienne some money for the reading.

"Thank you."

They walk downstairs as Gloria continues packing sachets.

"She's a good reader, huh."

The lady smiles, "Yes."

"If there is any further help we can provide, don't worry about asking."

She walks around, looking at their wares.

"If I need any, I won't hesitate." She smiles at Gloria.

She picks up an herbal bath sachet and walks over to the counter. Vivienne checks out her items, getting the correct money before waving her goodbye.

[mariadelrefugioquintana]

Las mujeres mágicas asustan al hombre corriente.

Aquellas mujeres que se declararon brujas, que no tienen miedo de las etiquetas, ni de los estigmas, esas mujeres ponen a tambalear al hombre inseguro.

Las mujeres bellas, y no hablo de un físico, hablo de una mirada, hablo de alma vibrante y un cerebro versátil, aquellas mujeres hacen dudar a un hombre, a ese que tiene miedo de que aquella loca despampanante.

Yo, soy curandera, soy maga, soy luna en cada una de sus facetas sin dejar de estar completa, compleja.

Yo soy letras, sexo, poesía, pecado, redención.

Soy rebeldía, soy libertad.

Y aún, pese a vivir "salvaje" en medio de un mundo de falsa moral, que te juzga de fácil o libertina por expresarte, por mostrarte como una mujer linda, "loca", sexual. Por ser cariñosa, poeta, bohemia y demás, soy de aquellas que entiende que la única forma de amar y de vivir, es siendo irremediablemente tú.

Aquellas que no tenemos temor de ser auténticas, sabemos, como lo leí cierta vez, que necesitamos un compañero que desee correr con lobos, que desee rituales de amor y que entienda, que somos tan mágicas, que cuando entregamos el corazón, encontramos mil y una formas diferentes de amar, de sacudir el alma y de sintonizar las energías.

Con una "lunática", como lo somos pocas, no habrá duda alguna, de que amar verdaderamente y en esencia, no es poseer, es deleitarse con la presencia y la imperfección del otro, porque nosotras las brujas, sabemos que la magia está en el corazón, y un hombre corriente, ese que quiere poseer, solo apagará la llama.

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