Home is a state of mind continued or a feeling that allows us to experience feelings do not necessarily manifested in the outside world wonder, vision, peace, liberation of the concerns, requirements, the constant chatter. All these treasures of the home must be stored in the psyche for later use in the world above.
The home is the pristine instinctive running as smoothly as a shaft that slides over the greased bearing, where all the sounds sound good, light, smells nice and reassuring to us rather than alarmed. The way that time goes around does not matter. The essential thing is anything to revitalize the balance. This is home.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, "Women Who Run with the Wolves'
Totonicapan The house is fantastic and friendly as the owner. I've been a couple of months enjoying the light of this home. It is also a privilege to be surrounded by all this life of the forest that attracts me so much, with their constant singing. But after assessing the available options opens a new path. I moved to Catemaco, home of John and Jessie, two great Mexican committed to mother earth and its roots. A new change to a different experience. I'll be in town, near the center, less isolated than in Totonicapan and less spending in general. Monthly income Catemaco house costs me like going to the movies one day in Barcelona with popcorn and a coke. And that is important in my situation, I will travel more often throughout the country. But I still have a couple of weeks to enjoy this house next to the jungle and his companions. Yesterday was a big wild cat in the front door, unbelievable, they also say "meow" ... I love visiting the animals in the jungle. While meeting with nauyaca was not so pleasant, is a snake that bites you if you have real problems, usually all I find it surprising and striking. This is the part you miss when you live in the village. But you have to move! If you get too time in one place then it costs more to raise the anchor ...
Today I will tell a beautiful story that a local told me about "nightjars" that they're birds of a neutral color that you see in the hollows of the roads during night, standing there, not take flight until they almost pass over the car, seems to expect something. It turns out that it seems once these birds, "nightjars" wore the feathers of the peacock, with its beautiful colors and elegant pose. And one day the peacocks, which were gray and his audience, had to go to a carnival and since they had nothing to wear them borrowed plumage to nightjars assuring them that after the party it back. But never did, the peacocks are so proud they were with the beautiful plumage of the nightjars and is the dress even today. Nightjars poor run every night to the trails and roads to wait for them to recover. And that's why you always find them on the road every night.
November 24 and still go in flip flops and short sleeves. When a cold front comes only takes a couple of days and then the sun comes out again to get to 29 degrees. I find it unusual for this time of year. But it's great I save energy, both physical and emotional and physical. In Spain she would be with the heating cap and a pile of clothes. Might have to buy some new winter shoes because I had were already wrecked. And this is great to go hiking, walk three hours through the jungle and end up giving you a bath in a puddle or pond hidden. Start
changes like this ....
There is a ladder.
The ladder is always there innocently
Hanging Around the side of the schooner ... ...
Descending
Vine to explore the wreck ...
I came to see the damage that has been
And the treasures that have survived ...
Adrienne Rich "The dive in the wreck"
To be continued ...
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