​It seems easy enough to say that I connect you to the wisdom, healing, and magic of the Maya people, and in return I connect them to the compassion, modern knowledge, and generosity of First World people. It goes both ways, each giving what they have in order to build up the other.

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But really it is deeper and both richer and more raw (rawer, if that is a word) than that.

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And of course, a bit more difficult to put into words.

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It is the scent of the copal smoke from incense that rises on a warm morning in a simple concrete room and wafts out into the dirt courtyard where chickens peck for bugs and well washed children play.

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It is the aroma of soup cooking over an open wood fire on the floor of a building made from sticks and palm thatch.

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It is the powerful, supernatural healing of body, mind, and emotions -- the curse breaking, luck changing, body strengthening, dream inspiring, relationship restoring ability of a simple man with a funny grin and wearing flip flops while passionately teaching you about wild harvested medicinal jungle plants.

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It is the way a master potter who just ducked his head under his striped-cotton-blanket-door and came out into the heavy sunshine whispers the secret magic of how he makes his clay aluxes, Maya guardians that are brought to life in a carefully guarded ceremony, and then offers you crispy corn panuchos and cold chaya lemonade made from the lime tree in his yard and served in rustic black clay mugs.

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It's this dichotomy between the sacred and the simple, the rustic and the powerful, that is so difficult to get your head around and that hits you so deeply in your sacral chakra.  

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It’s the spell casting, miracle working, maize farming, wild monte plant gathering, macheted jungle path clearing, destiny changing power of the one you thought was so poor…that really breaks your heart.

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You have to FEEL it. 

 

it is impossible to understand it.

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And so, you give, from your heart, to the ones you think are poor.

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And in truth, they have little in the way of worldly goods.

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And you give because it is what you have, it is what YOU share. And it is valuable. It brings light and love and strength.

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But then you begin to wonder…. Who is rich, and who is poor?

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You FEEL into it. The power washes over you, the beauty you had previously missed sweeps you off your feet.

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And you see the bridge. You see it glimmering beneath your feet.

You SEE the energy, the light, the darkness, the pain, the poverty, the hope, and the power.

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And as you stand on the bridge, between two worlds, you FEEL it all passing through you. You see it ALL rushing across this light path ….in BOTH directions.

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Light coming from both sides.

Darkness coming from both sides.

Both passing from each side to the other.

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And you stand right there, right in the middle and you feel it all.

                                          

and you are healed.

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hugs and butterflies, 

laura