Today's the feast day for the Virgin of Guadalupe, who I've always felt a special connection to. When I first moved to the west coast, I stayed a while in Tucson for a meditation retreat. After wandering around the San Xavier Mission in a sort of daze, I went to talk to the people in the gift shop, because I wanted to bring a little bit of it home. I'm not Catholic, I haven't even been to church since I was a kid, but this! The Virgin was a saint I could understand - flaking paint and gold and christmas lights and tin foil. A woman, from the Americas, and with cheap incense and lots of pure devotion. This sort of religion seemed more real.