Today I was sitting outside after lunch…doing absolutely nothing. As I sat there I heard the laughter and bravado of a number of young people coming from Aguas Claras…a nearby hotsprings. At the same time I was noticing the mountains in the distance. Despite the laughter and noisy voices on the other side of the hill, I felt the infinite silence of a Mexico past. All the stories and lives that have created this magnificent land remain in the infinite and grand silence of this land. I feel so fortunate to be here and witness this grand tierra. We are creating a mosaic on our fire place of Quetzlcoatl, the Winged Serpnt…the Spirit of Mexico. Despite the conquest that happened here and the globalization and baseball hat-ification of this ancient land…Quetzlcoatl and the ancient indigenous spirit lives on…Gracias a La Vida!
can’t wait to see it.
Is it done yet??