Why Do We Come Here

Why Do We Come Here

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They come, the old women, ten for every guy. They come to Ajijic, all the solo old women, to form an energy constellation. They come, each for her own healing, and each to synergize the lake matrix for planetary healing. They come to receive the lake’s infusion of grace and power, to magnify it for the earth’s healing. They come, forming an invisible base in the ether over the waters. They come to this healing place because they heard La…

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Dearest Perfect Mango

Dearest Perfect Mango

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Dearest perfect mango on the highest branch, though I cannot reach you, my poet’s soul is fed by your ripened flame. From my hammock vantage, I contemplate your magic while it happens. and the simple sight of you quiets all my hungers.

Tonantzin Has My Back

Tonantzin Has My Back

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In the grotto at Tonaltonko1, waist deep in her thermal waters, I leaned against her form on the wall of the ancient cave. Resting my head between her vast stone breasts, to Tonantzin I surrendered my weight and my heavy heart. Her form on the wall was a poem, and when I pressed my back against her, it spoke its meaning within me. Her hieroglyph in bas-relief sent its message echoing all along my bones. Forgive the past. Move forward,…

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Paying Her Smile Forward

Paying Her Smile Forward

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She always had her smile on, and I never understood what it was in me that withdrew from it. On July 13, 2017  at 3:56 PM, my friend left her smile and her body behind. Now I begin to understand. I came from a family that put on a serious face for the world, even though at the private supper table we kids could snort milk out our nose when Mom did her Mr. Magoo or Lucille Ball impersonations. I…

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Tolantongo River Canyon

Tolantongo River Canyon

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About 350 miles east and slightly north from where I live in Ajijic Mexico is a box canyon that has walls as high as 1640 feet. There are two grottos at the canyon’s closed end, out of which flows a volcanically-heated river. Around these two openings, warm waterfalls flow down the steep canyon walls. The Tolantongo River, colored milky blue by mineral salts as it passes through the mountain and flows along the canyon floor, is also the name of…

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All the Room in the World

All the Room in the World

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There was never enough room. At the table. In the den. On the piano bench. Or perhaps it was just that there was never enough noticing that I was even there in the room. We raised ourselves, the parental policy appearing to be hands-off, put-yourselves-to-bed, no-notice-is-good-notice. The mother of nine had been an only, smothered child, and may well have believed that paying little attention was the same as giving us “room”, which of course my dear Mama had none…

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Jubilant on the Path

Jubilant on the Path

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The path of least resistance wasn’t a sin after all! In Mexico where she lives now, the only thing she has retired from is resistance. The word retired has itself been retired. Taking its place is the lovely Spanish translation, jubilada. She has changed from a hard-way girrl to an easy-does-it jubilant. The path of least resistance feels like a stream. When the season dries the flow for a time, her experience tells her that moisture is accumulating unseen, and…

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