What Happens When You Jump

I just moved and now I live in an inside-outside house. It is a step closer to how many Mexican villagers live, with their outdoor kitchens and open areas for gathering. I have doors that shut off rooms with mosquito netting on the windows, and I have a huge “outdoor” area that is open to [...]

Remember the story about the bra tree? Well, I have an update!
The Papaya Tree changed it’s sex just as  Don Romulo said it could. The papaya tree with my bra on it now has the types of flowers growing on it that are growing on the sister (feminine) tree beside it!
The next time I saw [...]

I have learned that dogs with dried mucus around their eyes can see dead people. The girl who told me this said that her uncle confirmed it by doing an experiment.
On Day of the Dead, this man wiped the legrañas from a dog around his own eyes. He saw all sorts of dead people’s spirit’s [...]

April 15, 2009
The night I slept on the roof, Barbara, who had just returned from being away for some days had come up to the roof to check the tinaco to see if it had water in it. We talked and she told me she had just come from a vision quest (”la visiona” it [...]

September, 2008
I am here now. My hands are cold and my windows are open. I keep taking the sheets on and off the line as the rain starts and stops. Will they be wet until November?
I went to get water at the Spring. There were two large green leaves laying under where the water poured [...]

Winter 2009
LIfe’s a Breeze, a breeze that passes through, somewhere, arising out of a moment. What happens there, is your life.
Leaves blow, swirl and twirl. Dust particles splatter and dance, slam and sting. Flower scent wafts by. A firefly loses balance and regains it. It’s this moment and all that’s in it, rich and varied.
Click.
This [...]

Winter 2009
I am the force that pushes the Breath through, from one end to the other and back again, like tossing a shuttle between two edges of the loom’s warp.
I am the one who decides what this breath Does.
Does it cleanse? Deliver gifts of newness?
Does it carry debris past the viewing screen of my consciousness?
Flecks [...]

Every feeling I have I want to feel now, as it appears.
For who knows?
It could be this feeling is of dying.
I could be dying.
And I know I want to be aware when I die.
Therefore I want to feel every feeling as it occurs.

Winter 2008
I have been broken and cracked. Now I am being pulvarized into small pieces which hopefully will make it impossible for me to reconstruct myself as I was, as I have been.

Another word for what Prayer means to me may be Love. Also Peace. Also Trust, Openness and Joy. For me, these things are not only emotions or sensations. They are, it is, the prayer. My intention. My purpose, really and ultimately. This is the truth and don’t we all know it?
This is the truth and [...]