They call me the, “Hope Lady” -- that name has been with me since I've started passing out hope in 2001. I’ve got hope and lots of it. I think I was born to be wild, just like the song in the 60’s, goes. I didn’t always have hope though; I was lost--sex, drugs and rock and roll had me. I, rolled one too many times and landed on the floor. Literally!
I was born and raised in a little town called Pojoaque, NM. Eventually, I'd try to find my way in Santa Fe, that is sometimes dubbed, the 'City of Gold', that I affectionately call the, 'City of Hell' (but, that’s another story). It was 19 of us children, plus grandma and grandpa...can you even begin to imagine? I remember watching my uncles and aunts getting married and starting families.
I was tough ---> between the fighting, jealousy, greed, hatefulness, comparisons, ridicule and confusion as to who I belonged to, I had no choice but to be tough. I, believed that going to Santa Fe from Pojoaque would be a good choice until I graduated.
My grandparents taught me about God and a lot about miracles; at times while I was there it felt like one big family; my
two brothers and I were raised there. I, saw my mother over the holidays and summers; I worked hard over the summers, yet that was a good thing! She taught me work ethic. By the time I was 9, she (my mom) had married an Irishman; it was a huge deal as we're Spanish.
My grandparents taught me about God and a lot about miracles; at times while I was there it felt like one big family; my
two brothers and I were raised there. I, saw my mother over the holidays and summers; I worked hard over the summers, yet that was a good thing! She taught me work ethic. By the time I was 9, she (my mom) had married an Irishman; it was a huge deal as we're Spanish.
They bought me my first car, a 1968 Toyota--I was only 16. It gained me lots of “friends” however, as my popularity increased, the more I left the spiritual teachings of my grandmother behind. I'd parted ways with God.
“Bad” and darkness was all around, everywhere. I quit school and ran away to California. Even though, it was known that I
barely got through driving school, my car was always full. My aunts were frequent riders in my vehicle. I did my best to keep everyone happy--I'd often stay behind waiting for them; while in my waiting, I'd "party", again and again (they got their husbands, I didn't get mine as I stayed behind partying). That's when the accidents and wrecks began. I've owned 25 cars to date, just to give you an idea of just how many, "accidents" has occurred.
“Bad” and darkness was all around, everywhere. I quit school and ran away to California. Even though, it was known that I
barely got through driving school, my car was always full. My aunts were frequent riders in my vehicle. I did my best to keep everyone happy--I'd often stay behind waiting for them; while in my waiting, I'd "party", again and again (they got their husbands, I didn't get mine as I stayed behind partying). That's when the accidents and wrecks began. I've owned 25 cars to date, just to give you an idea of just how many, "accidents" has occurred.
Don't let anyone pluck your feathers! - Marianita Davey
At age 27, I went to school to obtain my degree (AA) in Fashion Design and finished by age 30. I returned to Santa Fe, and just as I'd recently graduated from school, so did my substances. I'd moved on from alcohol to cocaine, which was introduced to me by my Uncle. Unfortunately, I didn't make it as a designer due to the the partying and my cocaine addiction (or at least not yet, don't count me out as all things are possible). Eventually (7 years later), I decided I was tired, had enough, cleaned myself up and had a beautiful baby boy named, Andrew with my partner, Danny of 7 years and who ultimately passed from an overdose (at age 24 and 5 months).
I was devastated. I took my fragile mind, broken heart and Fashion Design degree over to the, "Strip Joint" as a bartender.
It was the Devil's Den! My mom always had my son and she believed him to be hers, therefore, I felt as if I'd lost yet again.
It was 1996 when I saw the eclipse and my first, clear recognition of God. He had a message for me and wanted me to share it with the world. He told me to write a poem. So, I did...the poem is entitled, "The Truth"
That's when I learned writing was like medicine for me, it was very therapeutic.
I was blessed and didn't even know it! He'd given me HOPE!
That same year, I met a "good man" or at least that's what I thought. We'd go to church and pray together while
the entire time he was high as a kite. His acting skills were impeccable, plus he was a greedy SOB.
I gave birth to a son 10 years later (10 years and 2 days after having my first one).
That's when I learned writing was like medicine for me, it was very therapeutic.
I was blessed and didn't even know it! He'd given me HOPE!
That same year, I met a "good man" or at least that's what I thought. We'd go to church and pray together while
the entire time he was high as a kite. His acting skills were impeccable, plus he was a greedy SOB.
I gave birth to a son 10 years later (10 years and 2 days after having my first one).
The year 1999 rolled in and I was still in a dark place, as he left me with my son, alone. I was broken as I plummeted into a deep depression and landed in the crack house. While, in the crack house, I was severely beaten.
I, remember asking God to get me out of that Hell hole and lead me down another path.
He did and I allowed Him. I accepted Him and his word. He'd just given me the
"Flower of Hope", "Two hearts makes a rose, God loves you from head to toes."
In 2001, I'd become clean and free of all toxins and from that point, I was blessed with the "Footprint Rock of Hope"
The rock's solid foundation gave me strength to stand solidly. In that moment, I could see these brilliant rocks that were transformed into feet with the scripture, Isaiah 51.1
I, remember asking God to get me out of that Hell hole and lead me down another path.
He did and I allowed Him. I accepted Him and his word. He'd just given me the
"Flower of Hope", "Two hearts makes a rose, God loves you from head to toes."
In 2001, I'd become clean and free of all toxins and from that point, I was blessed with the "Footprint Rock of Hope"
The rock's solid foundation gave me strength to stand solidly. In that moment, I could see these brilliant rocks that were transformed into feet with the scripture, Isaiah 51.1
They call me crazy. I am. I'm crazy for God! - Marianita Davey
To date, I've handpicked, hand washed, handcrafted and passed out over 100,000 tokens of hope (Footprints of Hope)...I stopped counting at 100,000. I've never charged a cent for it as I was directed by God to, "not charge for hope--simply pass it on."
"The only impossible journey is the one you never begin.”