Pachamama is a goddess revered by the indigenous people of the Andes. Pachamama is usually translated as Mother Earth, but a more literal translation would be ‘Mother World.’ ~ Wikipedia
As I was grinding the last of my Pachamama coffee beans today my mind took a little side trip and revisited Peru. I started to remember some of the references to the goddess Pachamama in the towns and cities of the Andes. Many companies have chosen to use her name on their products; obviously it’s a good marketing tool. The divine Ms P is everywhere. Here, of course, is the coffee package. I also remember seeing chocolate, tea, clothing, shoes, pet supplies, “health foods,” even musical instruments. Many fair trade and organic items carry a Pachamama logo of some sort.
I love the idea of goddesses. Pachamama is the goddess of fertility according to Inca mythology. She oversees planting and harvesting. After the Spanish conquest, and because the Spanish forced Catholicism on the indigenous peoples, the images of Pachamama meshed with those of the Virgin Mary. (Paraphrased from Wikipedia.) I suppose it was a predictable merger since both are considered “good mothers.” ( The image of Pachamama on the left is also from Wikipedia.)
As I was reviewing, on the Wiki site, what the guides told us about Pachamama, I remembered the photo at the top of this piece. Our guides had told us that there were celebrations on the summer solstice and the local people made altars and offerings to the “good mother.” I wanted to remember the altars so I took this photo. I couldn’t get everything in the picture, but above the village on the mountainside I could see some of the famous terraced gardens where crops are grown. The ancient people terraced the steep land so they could farm it. We saw numerous terraces as we rode the bus up to Colca. Here’s a better shot of what they were like. I still get a sense of awe and wonder and history when I look at this. Wonderful!
As I looked at the stacked-stone altars I realized I must make one of my own even though the summer solstice was still a month away. Mine was tiny, but built prayerfully, and with a pure heart, I think. I have to admit, though, that the first thought in my mind when I saw all those stacks of stones was: “Little Altars Everywhere.” I even said it aloud several times. After thinking about that for a moment, I realized it was the name of a book by Rebecca Wells. It’s the first of the “Ya-Ya” books. I reread it recently. It’s a good read — and proof that not all “little altars” are good things. But that’s another story for another time.
Do you have altars? Is it human nature to make altars? I took a stroll through my house while I was writing this post to see what my “little altars” are. I have several. I hadn’t thought to call them altars before but that’s what they are. They are usually images of people I love or things dear ones have given me. The photo below is one of my favorites. As some of you know, I have nine grandchildren. Only two of them are boys. These are photos of “my boys.”