Friday, May 19, 2017

el mundo de las vistas y los sonidos

The rainy season builds heavy days of humidity in various cycles which begin with a deep feeling inside that storms are brewing.  I can relate.  If anything has ever been more true to my life it is that there are circles complete and some yet still unfinished.  Wherever I may be in my cycle through the cosmos I know that it is not truly important where you are going as long as you recognize that the only certainty is that we are in this moment right now, together.

The night brought heavy rain sounding in familiarity as the fat drops of rain slammed into metal roofing panels covering the villa in which I reside.  Dreams came and went and throughout this very peaceful morning I found each one of them slowly becoming remembered.  I walked to the market and dodged puddles gathered from the night before, parts of the surrounding mountains draining shallow rivers of dirt and mud in between the cobblestones which pave the streets of Antigua.  Aphex Twin is playing on my cellphone from my back pocket, echoing ambient background music to an already surreal day.  I feel good, que buena onda. 

Colonia El Manchen, Antigua, Guatemala.  One of the places I call home.

I noticed something about Guatemala that had not previous occurred to me.  I took in the hint of village life which had once been so familiar to me, always been familiar to me since I lived in Samoa long ago, and it hit me that I’m uncomfortable without this smell.  Perhaps uncomfortable is the wrong word but I have also come to realize that life here is never completely indoors.  Houses are built with great openings exposing them to the elements and you never really feel like you’re inside at least in the sense of how (U.S.) American houses are designed.  Houses back home are squared off and secluded from their neighbors yet here you are all up in peoples’ business (sorry for lacking in eloquence in my description.)  My neighbors are part of my home, literally we share a villa and each day begins and is delivered with greetings from friendly faces.  There are no short ‘hellos’ however involved conversations about the day.  This makes up much of the day, as it should.  I’m not in a hurry to be anywhere else but in this moment of right now, it is the only thing I know is real.

The sea is calling me big time like holy shit I can’t stop thinking about it (eloquence).  Our bodies are made of water and we are slimy fish things as soon as our human form hits the sea.  We are tossed through the waves and we challenge our limitations by inventing ways to breathe underwater and see clearly in ways those poor delicious creatures and sharp pointy spiky things never saw coming.  It’s incredible what happens to me when I’m by the shore.  I’ll fall apart at the right waterfall and I’m really happy in the rain.  I hang off the side of ferryboats shouting “take me with you!” to passing dolphins. 

I love my mom and dad so much.  35 years will make me finally admit that all the nautical themed house decor they accumulated over the years kind of had an effect on me, especially that old lighthouse keeper painting in our living room who used to call the walls of our cabin up north his home.  I give in.. I’m having a moment, all good.. I just wanna get wet.

Rio Dulce, my entrance to the Caribbean and a place where I will also call home soon.  ;)

For now I’m finding a cozy spot in the house to gather creative energy and turn it into art, music and colorful food.  The place where I live speaks loudly to those who listen and the word ‘coincidence’ is almost a waste of breath to utter as it is so obvious to us that we live in a spirit world guided by uncertainty and chance.  Of course we found this place as this place found us. 

I don’t know where I’m going but I know I’m on my way. 

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