#viernes dolores

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"The Friday of Sorrows is a solemn pious remembrance of the sorrowful Blessed Virgin Mary on the Friday before Palm Sunday held in the fifth week of Lent.

In certain Catholic countries, especially in Mexico, Guatemala, Italy, Peru, Brazil, Spain, Malta, and the Philippines, it is the beginning of the Holy Week celebrations and termed as Viernes de Dolores (Friday of Sorrows). It takes place exactly one week before Good Friday, and concentrates on the emotional pain that the Passion of Jesus Christ caused to his mother, the Blessed Virgin Mary, who is venerated under the title Our Lady of Sorrows." -Wikipedia

©2023 photo by yours truly

Taken at Diocesan Shrine and Parish of Our Lady of Light - Cainta, Rizal Province, Philippines

[beautifultragicdiary]

Siempre íbamos a ciegas

Necesitaba perderte para encontrarme

Ese baile me mataba suavemente

Necesitaba odiarte para amarme.

Selena Gomez - Lose you to love me

[crescent-moonyl]

Últimamente, me estoy sintiendo para la mierda.

[cada-sonrisa-que-finjas]

Mierda para todas esas personas, que hacen menos a los demás por lo que saben.

Topo🦠

[cristianizandoalmas]

Dios se preocupa por tí...

Salmos 34:18 pdt

[lucha-interna]

La vida entre viernes y viernes

Un jueves 20 de julio te ofendiste al escuchar los que me estaba molestando. El viernes 28 del mismo mes intente que hablaramos para arreglar las cosas pero con tu tono agresivo me demostraste que aun seguias ofendido.

No volvimos hablar y ahora cada viernes se cumple un aniversario de la ultima vez que escuché tu voz, de la última vez que me puse contenta porque me respondiste, de la ultima vez que discutimos y de la ultima vez que tuvimos contacto.

Hoy se cumple un mes y una semana y siento que mi vida va pasando entre viernes y viernes. Si supieras la cantidad de cosas que ya le conte al fantasma que dejaste en la habitación, la cantidad de noches que dormí abrazada a la almuada en tu honor y la manera tan ruidosa en la que te ríes de mis ocurrencias y chistes en las conversaciones que seguimos teniendo en mi cabeza.

Si supieras que el 20 de agosto si me acorde de tu cumpleaños y que me la pase en la cama volviéndome loca por no saber si saludarte o no. Leyendo nuevamente todas nuestras conversaciones con los ojos empeñados y llegando siempre a la misma conclusión; no me amas, no soy importante en tu vida y seguro fui una mas.

Si supieras lo que me duele estrañarte y lo que me angustia ver en el calendario como las semanas pasan y nosotros no volvemos.

Por el momento la esperanza de un mensaje tuyo me seguira torturando y cada viernes celebraré el aniversario con la nostalgia y la soledad. Asi voy a seguir hasta que finalmente pierda la cuenta y ese dia al fin tendré paz por sentir que te he supurado.

[aaronofithaca05]

Happy Viernes de Dolores!

Prepared for everything

And look at small Mars or War, so cute. It reminds of Ody during the Odyssey,hahahaha (he greek not roman, but my point stand)

[livehorses]

Friday of Sorrows or Passion Friday

A week before the Good Friday, we Catholics commemorate a special Friday dedicated to the advocation of our Lady of Sorrows. This is a day dedicated to remember all the pain Mary suffered on the Passion of her Son, to pray and accompany her in her despair. The Devotion to the Sorrowful Virgin goes back to the early years of Christianity, and quoting Wikipedia: “In 1727, Pope Benedict XIII extended a feast commemorating the sorrowful Virgin Mary to the whole of the Latin Church, assigning to its celebration the Friday in Passion Week, one week before Good Friday.” But these specific traditions held in Hispanic countries persist since the Viceregal era. In México were originally started by the “Servitas” (Mary’s Servants Order) in XVIII Century.

There were two dates for this feast, the Friday before Palm Sunday and September 15. Although with the Second Vatican Council, all the duplicated feasts were reduced to one date. The date of the fifth Friday of Lent was removed and the one in September was left. However, Mexicans tend to focus more in the Independence Night, but the tradition of the Friday of Sorrows is still strong in churches and towns. Later on, the Pope Saint John Paul II reintroduced it as a mass commemoration. As always, the tradition brought by the Spanish to America, took a very unique and folkloric tone.

On this Friday, in some towns and states around the Mexican Republic it’s made a procession in which it’s carried an image of the Sorrowful Virgin around the block. It’s also a tradition that people put an altar either on a church or in their house with many elements that each one of them keep a particular symbol.

The Virgin of Sorrows

Firstly takes protagonism an image of the Lady of Sorrows, covered with black, dark blue or purple clothing, to highlight her state of grief, with luxurious embroidery and crowned with an encrusted crown. Those images made by the hands of skillful artisans are the most beautiful and moving one could find, resembling in her expression the work of Renaissance sculptors and painters like Michael Angelo or Raphael. The most notable aspect are the tears that fall over the Virgin’s cheeks. Some of these images are centuries old.

The colorful glass spheres

Around the Altar there are placed a numerous group of glass spheres of bright colors, with the popular intention to cheer up the Virgin’s mood and as a way to comfort and distract her.

The whithered flowers and grass

Because we’re meant to be grieving, it’s traditionally prohibited the placing of aromatic and beautiful flowers. Instead, it can be used whithered purple flowers or, four weeks before, plant seeds of wheat, barley, chia and lentils on little pots, and let them grow without permiting the rays of the Sun to land on them. That way, the plant grows with a yellow tone, dried and whithered to resemblance the discouragement of the Virgin. Specifically these plants make reference to one of Jesus’ teachings: “Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” John 12:24

The wheat is also the plant used to prepare the communion wafer, and therefore, the grass of wheat represents the Eucharist. Sometimes it will be accompanied with a bunch of grapes, since from this fruit the wine for the Eucharist is made.

The pierced oranges with flags and drawings of sawdust or whithered rose petals

Also along the Altar are many oranges pierced by flags, sometimes of cut paper material or with silver and gold tones. As long as I remember, these last colors represent Mary and Jesus respectively, showing this way the closeness they have with each other as Mother and Son. The orange is the fruit of choice resembling the sour taste with the sour feeling within the Virgin’s heart as she saw her tortured Son in the way to Calvary. The flags represent how even the sorrow is crowned with the banners of glory that promise the Resurrection’s victory. Also, the pierced fruits by the flags are meant to simbolize the pierced Inmaculate Heart of Mary by seven swords, making reference to the prophecy of Simon the prophet in the Presentation of Jesus in the Temple: “And to you, a sword will pierce your soul” Luke 2:35

There’s also a catholic devotion that comes from that prophecy, that remembers The Seven Sorrows of the Virgin Mary, which contemplates: The Prophecy of Simon, The Flee To Egypt, The Child lost and found in the Temple, The meeting in the road to Calvary, Jesus’ Crucifiction and Death, The descent from the Cross, and The Entombment. For each one of these sorrows is prayed a Hail Mary. Sometimes, the Virgin’s Monogram, precisely her Inmaculate Heart pierced by seven swords, can be represented along Jesus’ Monogram with sawdust of diverse colors or whithered rose petals. In general, the Altar is full with colorful sawdust desings.

Elements of Christ’s Passion

In some Altars it can be seen some elements of Christ’s Passion, like the ladder that was used to descend Jesus from the Cross, the Cross itself, the nails, the spear which was used to pierce Jesus’ chest, the rooster that sang as soon as Peter denied to know Jesus, the whip used to hit Jesus, the dices with which the soldiers made a bet to see who of them would keep Jesus’ robe, the crown of thorns, the sponge with vinegar and many more.

Candles, cut paper and garlands

As a decorative addition, the rest of the Altar is decorated with traditional chinese paper usually with Mary and Jesus’ initials, garlands of white and purple colors and with multiple candles. As always the purple symbolizes sorrow, grief, penance and sobriety, while the white is purity and holyness. The candles represent the light that God projects over the World, vanishing all darkness and shadows. Candlelights can also represent a night of vigil, when someone stays awake to pray. In that way we express we keep company to the sorrowful Virgin the moment she’s left alone after her Son’s Death, as the Apostle Saint John did. By the light that the bright flags reflect from the candles, it is traditionally said that the Altars of Sorrows are set on fire.

Flavored waters

One of the most popular elements in the Altar of Sorrows is the fresh flavored waters. Around this time in México, the weather has turned hot, and people search for ways to calm their thirst and cool off. It’s a tradition long lost in the urbanized zones to visit the neighbour houses to see each one’s altars and to stand by to pray a little. When a visitor arrives, since centuries ago the tradition is that this one asks: “Has the Virgin wept yet?” and the host inmediately hands off a glass of fresh flavored water. As you can imagine, these special drinks are meant to symbolize the numerous tears the Virgin wept on Good Friday. The flavors can vary and each one has a respective meaning. The Jamaica one, by its strong reddish tone symbolizes Jesus’ spilled blood, the Horchata one, made of rice with milk and cinnamon (rice with milk, a traditional Mexican dessert) mixed with water, by it’s white color represents Mary’s purity and others say its her maternal milk, the tamarind one is the vinegar that Jesus tasted in the Cross and finally the lemon with chia one is Mary’s tears mixed with sour feeling. Anyways, the flavors can be more than these ones.

The Friday of Sorrows is no doubt one of the most beautiful and devotional ones in all the liturgical year here in México, its devotion and pious aspect is mixed with strong tradition and floklore, making it unique as how each mexican tradition could be.

Is there something simillar in your country to commemorate the Friday Of Sorrows?

If I have time, I will share with you photos of my Altar I usually make each year.

Photo and research sources:

https://inah.gob.mx/boletines/5100-altar-de-dolores-tradicion-viva-en-museos-del-inah

https://desdelafe.mx/noticias/sabias-que/todo-lo-que-debes-saber-sobre-el-altar-de-dolores/

https://www.reconociendomexico.com.mx/altar-de-dolores/

https://www.facebook.com/media/set?vanity=luisalberto.rosalesherrera&set=a.932188683482052

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viernes_de_Dolores

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday_of_Sorrows

[escritora-sin-fin]

Es extraño no poder seguir , porque los sentimientos te atacan , te mantienen en estados desconocidos que aunque quisieras ser una versión nueva , siempre te mantiene ahí alerta a qué algún momento puedes quebrar te al punto de desgarrarse por dentro y quedarte sin aliento , ya no siento que puedo más , dure mucho tiempo buscando una estabilidad emocional donde sienta que estoy en lo correcto pero por más que avanzo siempre vuelvo al mismo poso podrido lleno de basuras que no salen de tu corazón, la mente no procesa muy bien los recuerdos , y el cuerpo está cansado de recibir golpes constantes que ya no se dónde más ceder

Cuesta decidir si estás en el camino correcto , si aún debes seguir aunque algo te lastime , dónde van todas mis dudas!!!

Llevo más 6 años escribiendo poesías de desamor , amor , llena de alegria felicidad ,etc de emociones que podemos sentir pero jamás nos sentimos en paz

Acaso aún hay solución, no se ,pero la ansiedad mata y el insomnio no tiene perdón ,las noches nunca se me habían hecho tan largas como hoy 2:05 y no proceso como pude vivir tanto sin tener respuestas , pero avanzo porque a pesar de todo me sigo eligiendo a mi y a pesar de todo siento que algún día todo lo que un día me pregunté tendrá respuesta .

[buscandonuevasnoches]

Viernes de noche

Mi vida es un derroche

Alcohol en sangre

Humo en los pulmones

Mal en los corazones

Para este amor no encuentro soluciones

Amo

Sin entender razones.

Odio

Por mal de amores.

Es sábado demasiado pronto

Lo siento no sabes cuanto

Por no poder amar de sobra

Por ser poca luz y mucha sombra

Por ser más heridas que cicatriz

Por no poder amarme también a mi.

[v0zsilenciosa]

La soledad duele mas los viernes.

[beautifultragicdiary]

Llegué a la conclusión de que este mundo no es para mí. Lo único que importa hoy en día es lo físico y lo que se posee materialmente.

Hoy en día solo domina el ego de tener más que el otro y que no seas mejor que ellos, la traición y las mentiras por encima del buen amor.

Desde que era chica siempre sentí que no pertenecía, hoy en mi adultez confirmo que tenía razón, este sistema está hecho para gente idiota.

[bacrby]

Desde que te fuiste ya no me saben los viernes. Se sienten como un lunes más.

[lasvariablesdemaru]

Abuela

[antoniocamposfernandezworld]

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[natehwang]

"suena a que tienes pésima suerte." intención no es burlarse de compañero, pero ir a llenarse de barro en medio de una 'aventura' de extensión desconocida le parece gracioso. "o tal vez ni tan mala, pudo ser peor, imagina metías la mano en un nido de avispas." ni sabe si hay de esos por allí, pero se permite el instante de creatividad ya que no tiene nada mejor que hacer, sólo va caminando aún sin señal de las benditas casetas.

"fue un acto accidental" admite por más estúpido que suene aquello y por más vergüenza que sienta. "no recuerdo haberme caído" al menos cree que hubiera acabado despertando del golpazo. "más bien mi teoría es que puse mi mano en un sitio lleno de barro, como iba más dormido que despierto no lo noté hasta que me toqué la cara" esboza una sonrisa divertida. "suena muy tonto" chasquea su lengua y niega con su cabeza. "