Temescalli

Mar 09, 2009 13:51

Temescalli. Saw the beautiful, the ordained. Sparks of life invigorated my spirit. True medicine battled with the institution within me. I must infiltrate though, will not allow this dichotomy to tear me in two.

Danza. Tired all over. Muscles, ligaments, tendons all sore. Mother gave me a sobada, and I couldn't wake up. Get up. Didn't go to school. Didn't have time to do the homework anyway. Must email my professor soon. But everything must wait.

Ceremony. Time to reflect and heal. And time to ask yourself what road you are leading and why. I can feel myself morphing, changing, growing. My want for yesca is subsiding, as I search for the medicinal ways of my people.

Time. Always. Never linear. Fleeting and with abstract composition. Never coherent. Relative and (de)composing.

I am thankful for my body. I am thankful for always having food in my belly. I am thankful for my family and the shelter they provide. I am thankful for love. I am thankful.
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