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Tag: narrative

  • Cosmic weavings

    Four days of ceremony, one day of rest in between. They worked nights and rested during the day. ‘Five days of not doing any work? Here? On my home turf?’ He thought he was definitely going to struggle with that. Sometimes Pio would leave them mind-numbing tasks, like cleaning seeds. But mostly it was just napping, writing or hanging out around the hot spring pools digesting what had transpired through the night. At times there was vivid sharing, mostly they just assimilated on their own. 

    ‘What do you do with your watercolor paintings?’

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  • Magic owl in the beams

    Magic owl in the beams

    I am in the search of magic.

    I’ve found it in prayer and in song,

    in the rain and in a sweat. Elusive and untraceable, it evades me in the mundane. I can’t find it in a wheel of emotions. I’ve found it in a swirl, in a dance or in a breath. The veil keeps it hidden, at arms length, sometimes closer when I light a candle.

    Sometimes divine when I call it by name, or harken it by senses. At times in a flash of color thru my lense or in the quickening of my heart after dipping in a river.

    It may be where my heart becomes entangled, that which wakes my senses – suddenly aware of the towering mountains – seeking out the tallest trees, the name of the plants and the sparks of life surrounding me.

    When I go beyond simply observing, and become involved playfully and curiously, interpreting and imagining.

  • Mass Tourism

    Mass Tourism

    The mass tourism complex is designed to make me a massive dickhead. What do I mean? As a dickhead, I can’t relate to others, my interactions are superficial and transactional. The contact with local nature offered me is a picture with a tied up monkey or “having an intimate moment” with a trained macaw on my arm. What ever scraps of the local culture and idiosincracy I can pick up, is inbetween tips and piña coladas with the waiter and Uber drivers from one party to the next. A feeling of local merengue and bachata gets mushed together with mindless reggaeton, foam guns and animators making me want to shoot myself. Am I the bigger dickhead for not going with the flow?

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