My heart is a flower, the corolla opens; Ah! It is the mistress of midnight and She has arrived Our Mother, the Goddess Tlazolteotl. (Hymn to Tlazolteotl, from Baéz-Jorge 101)[1] She is easily identified, usually with black around her mouth, sometimes with a conical hat or riding a broom, and often squatting in a birth-giving […]
