I arrived in Tepoztlan the day they were celebrating the corn harvest and the day they were making these little flower crosses which smelled like chamomile and protected you from bad spirits. Of course, I made some too.
Traveling solo in Mexico City… My heart is full. I’m eating cactus everyday and soups made with squash flowers. I’ve met the most beautiful, warm people, even with my awful Spanish! I spend my days walking everywhere, taking photos and reading in parks. I love the feeling of anonymity and privacy and freedom all at once. Many chance encounters in every moment. I’m full full full - over brimming with beauty.
On the plane ride over the lady sitting beside me invited me to stay with her in Guadalajara within minutes of us first talking. She taught me Spanish, showed me photos of her recent travels through Egypt and Jordan, and told me all about her time with the Zapatistas, including photos of her masked up with them. She was an inspiration. A good luck sign for the start of my journey. At the airport she took photos of me in front of the welcome sign and gave me a kiss and a squeeze. I felt the city envelop me like a warm hug as I navigated my way into the living, swarming underbelly of Mexico City’s subway system, and as this world became my reality, all my apprehensions subsided.
Tomorrow I head to the mountains of Tepoztlan for a few days to take a break from city life and be where I feel best. In nature.
Off the grid and grateful…
Solo for voice. Score by John Cage.
"The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful, the first question I ask, is why do I think it’s not beautiful? And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.
If we can conquer that dislike, or begin to like what we did dislike, then the world is more open. That path, of increasing one’s enjoyment of life, is the path I think we’d all best take. To use art not as self-expression but as self-alteration.
To become more open.”
Where you’ll find me
Delaware County, NY