Sunday, May 26th, 2013

SILENCE AND SOLITUDE ALMOST ALWAYS END UP BEING HOLY FOR ME

I am at the end of a five day festival in my Mexico community.
One of the richest oldest traditions in Mexico.
Pre-historic ceremony, Catholic ritual, Aztec dancing and drumming, Mariachi bands, Indian and Mexican food, an all night passion play with big booming tonsil rattling adult fire crackers through-out.

I started to share it  and stopped.
Not today.   I have found a quiet corner.
Birds, a fountain, dappled light and a lemon tree.
I’ve dipped into quiet.
The kind the soothes and holds and heals.
When this happens, I’ve learned not to step out.
Not even for a great story.
Step in.  Words can wait.

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