There never seems to be enough time to post here on our forum yet I so often resonate in this field. Reading what others write is such a blessing and I can only wait for the rite time to sit at the keyboard to compose a reply. We returned from a sojourn to Guatemala for we needed to renew our visas, it is a trip we will only make again when there is ample time to linger. As we crossed over many rivers each called to us to return with a kayak and several months.
Too many photos to transfer here so please if you choose open the Earth Empaths blog ... some spectacular places we visited and it is always a joy to share the journey.The Long Winding Road | Living with trust in all things
Back home from our travels through the southern states of Oaxaca and Chiapas we find ourselves in a deep contemplation on the a juxtaposition with the requirements of unnatural life. For the simplest things are the most enjoyable such as sitting on the earth as the sun sets and the crescent moon rises. Home now we gaze at the embers of our fire, the remembrance of ancient time when there were no clocks only the revolving stars overhead and the days marked by the rising and setting of our sun in one continuum of flowing motion like waves that come to shore. It is with a bitter sweet delight that we share our recent road trip.
Embers in our Anafre, a clay cook stove we brought home.
The long winding road of our recent travels is a metaphor for a journey together that has taken us to surprising shores. We left early in the morning, our destination the Guatemalan border, long hours driving that took us from the high peaks of seemingly endless mountains down to the Pacific ocean and back again.
Mountains of Oaxaca, we drove for eight hours on a sinuous road to reach the Pacific Ocean.
This land shares its primal power with us.
Every steep ascent brought with it the grandeur of a stunning view or we would come upon humble roadside establishments, for peppered along our route were rustic comedores, small shops of handcrafts and bright displays of regional food. Built hanging over cliff edges we couldn’t help but stop to take in the view or sample the food. Our first stop coming out of Oaxaca City after a night spent seeking refuge from a torrential thunderstorm was to find this stand selling fire distilled mezcal, Las Pencas Hablan
. Easily understood in Spanish it roughly translates to “the root speak”, the penca
of the Agave is the thick barrel like trunk that is used to distill mezcal and tequila, so if you drink enough you can hear the plant. We were offered generous samples early in the morning and will testify to the medicinal properties of a mezcal made from wild harvested Agave. Included in our morning fare were handmade corn tortillas, Oaxaca cheese and fresh eggs from the hens in the backyard.
Las Pencas Hablan
Traditional Mezcal with Gusano (worm).
Mezcal with Rue, for aches and pains and stomach upsets.
Agave nativa, we purchased a bottle of mezcal made from this wild harvested plant.
Handmade corn tortillas on comal, the best I’ve ever tasted.
Hens who laid the eggs we had for breakfast.
Taking a road not traveled before is a journey of magic and trust. Our silent communion during long hours of winding up and down mountains was all we required to slip into a space of the expansive fulfilling self, the one that has lived immortally and knows that what we see is but a small part of what we are. There exists within a sense of trust that all is as it always has been. We could forget for a few days the compression of a world going mad in consumerism, deceit and war.
We wound our way through largely uninhabited landscapes of abundant splendor and when we came to a village the people lived as they have for centuries cultivating a small plot of land, tending their sheep, goats, burros and horses, most still attired in traditional clothing and selling the fruits of their labor to the passing tourists. We heart felt that not all is lost to the modern mind set on acquiring the fleeting happiness of convenience that offers nothing of the real in its fake promise.
Later that day at one of the highest mountain villages we stopped at a stand where we purchased some honey and local grown chocolate. Our hostess a young woman with a baby on her hip took us down a steep trail behind her stand to show us the coffee plants, cacao and banana trees. A harmony of color, scent and sound.
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