Wake up feeling irritable. Clock tells me I have one hour to decide if I’ll hook up with the hiking group, and two hours to decide if I’ll catch the van up to the botanical garden for a temazcal*. I opt for the one which will keep me out of the house the longest and… Continue reading Temazcal #6
First one at the fence carefully places his thick soled boot onto a lower wire, pressing down. Another person uses two hands to lift the barbed wires above. Tall, short, limber or stiff, we pass through one by one with a minimum of snags. A nearby grove of Mexican oak trees offers the perfect rest spot. The biggest acorns I… Continue reading Bushwhacking in the ‘alto plano’ of central Mexico (part 2)
Our morning began quietly enough. Fill the water bottles, pack up snacks, throw something hot and caffeinated down the gullet, hustle by taxi to the Pemex station. Divvy up into groups (based on destination), climb into awaiting cars, and arrive at the trailhead. Here in central Mexico, a trailhead could be a dirt soccer pitch (with or without players on… Continue reading Bushwhacking in the ‘alto plano’ of central Mexico (part 1)
Be wildly devoted to someone, or something. Cherish every perception. At the same time, forget about control. Allow the Beloved to be itself and to change. Passion and compassion, holding and letting go, This ache in your heart is holy. Accept it as the rise of intimacy With life’s secret ways. Devotion is the Divine… Continue reading Inspiration: The Radiance Sutras
At the end of my last blog post, I posed some questions: “… there is now so much in my various practices that feels familiar. i can identify more clearly the things that scare me, or the things i want to avoid, so might this mean i have arrived at the next threshold? am i at… Continue reading At the vernal equinox
Herewith my somewhat stream of consciousness thoughts after the St. Patrick’s Day temazcal: i arrive at el charco via taxi. familiar faces are already there, and introductions are made (funny how in such a small town, one can hear about certain people for a long, long time before actually meeting them, and then when you DO… Continue reading After the sweat
i could write about the temazcal experience from a humorous point of view. who in their right mind would pay to subject themselves to a ritual that can last for hours, in the dark, potentially with people you have never met before, singing things in languages you don’t understand (and therefore have no idea whose… Continue reading my st. patty’s day sweat lodge. oh, really?