Back From D.F.

When you return from travel, everything in your day to day life takes on new meaning, new dimensions, and the subtlety of your own lived experience and space is renewed and not so subtle anymore.
this is my current state of being.
we just got back from Mexico City last night; 9 days of seeing, breathing, and experiencing multiplicity - history - and geographical slippage.

Mexico City is amazing and history abounds everywhere
this slowly sinking city is fertile onto it self
also bursting at the seams with creativity, activity, vibrancy, and love
people kissing unabashedly in the public square, in the zocalo, in the subway, on the streets, in the dark.
saw wonderful art
saw wondeful flavors
people with an uncontrolable hipness and edge
and if one is quiet amidst the chaos, you can hear the rumble under your feet,
the rumble of the ancient civilization that refuses to cease and envelopes you completely.
this colonial city is a wild crazy mestizaje - how apropos that some of us embody such contradictions, richness and just pure insanity-the duality, mystery, and jaggedness of being bi-cultural.

went to Teotihuacan, climbed the pyramid of the sun and the moon,
went to Xochimilco
pilgrimaged to Frida's Casa Azul and then to Diego and Frida's house/studio - but mostly stayed in the city and took the metro/subway everywhere.
Walked till my legs felt like they were going to collapse; and squeezed my way through everything and everyone along with every other person - millions of people everywhere, everything collapsing everywhere, but a city in love with itself. personal space is a ludicrous notion - layers upon layers informs everything.
saw and met shamans, witches, wizards, and copal infused insanity.