Something to think about. We are 90% made up of water... so similar to the ocean... We see how the moon pulls the tides, so what makes us any different? Is the moon pulling us as well? Is it that we find ourselves a little off on those full moon nights? That being said, we just had our Leo full moon... Anybody notice anything different?I find myself more and more sensitive these days, and therefore noticing how the full moon plays it's part.... This time I was in San Miguel de Allende. I would advertise it as a "must see" because it is a beautiful, old colonial town in the heart of Mexico... but honestly, despite all it's charms(and it is loaded with charm... hilly,windy cobblestone streets, old colonial structures, a masterpiece of a cathedral), the town is just too (United States of) "American" for my liking. I find San Miguel beautiful to visit, appreciative how the non-nationals keep it orderly and clean, but find it lacking the flavor of real Mexico. Nonetheless, I was very happy to be there this past weekend, revisiting a place of my college/high school years...
After 6 weeks of life in Troncones and giving daily yoga classes, I found an escape to San Miguel for a QiGong workshop very inviting. So the girls(Marisol, Yola and myself) packed up, and we were on the road again for a 7+ hour drive inland... And we had Peter, (taking Margot's founding position) with us to ring the bell for all the passing we were doing on the highway... GO MARISOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Being that San Miguel is so close to Queretaro(where I lived and went to school for almost 7 years)o, I took the first day to see old friends, visit a healing practitioner that I have be hearing about for years, AND (most importantly) to indulge in one of my favorite Mexican cuisines... Tacos del Guerro. Eight years after my departure, and I still find myself dreaming about these damn tacos. Honestly, QiGong and friends come second to Tacos del Guerro...; ) no offense friends....
After the divine tacos... I picked up some organic supplies (What a treat!.... Man oh man, Californians are soooo fortunate for the abunface of organic foods... be thankful, little ones. And anyone near a Trader Joe's also must count their blessings and include Joe in their daily prayers). And then off to my date with an all knowing machine partnered up with the healer Connie Sanchez. The machine was incredibly accurate in depicting my hold ups, emotional and physical. Biofeedback machines are a grand tool/interpreter for those that are ready and open. The cherry on top was meeting a new teacher in Connie Sanchez... speaking of teachers(side note)... What is a teacher really? What is a master? What is a disciple? Is it possible that we all play the roles of teachers and disciples at different times? I think so. I find an opportunity to (re)learn in every encounter, teachers all around... The ones that get under my skin the most, prove to be my biggest teachers. Forgiveness is one I am working on at the moment, and I am very fortunate to have a close relative to learn from... again and again... And a master.... well, I think they are harder to come by, but when you find someone or something with a crystal clear reflection, that all you "need" is to be in their presence to learn the greatest lesson of life... and you know... no words required. no scripture. just simple "is-ing." Someone or something that reflects y(our) true essence. Love. That, to me, is a "master."
Three plus months into the journey and here I am presented with teachers of QiGong, flower essence remedies(Mexican Flowers in particular), and crystal chakra healing... and this is only the beginning. Part of my intention for this "trip" (besides finding a sacred land to create a conscious space of healing, transitions, and harmonious communion) is to (re)learn sacred, ancient methods of healing. I opted for an outside the classroom education and skipped the whole initial idea of spending 5 years of studying Chinese medicine/acupuncture... call me a LUNAtic, but I think I made the right choice (for me)... I do realize that there are many teachers "out" there, but in essence, I am my greatest teacher. I choose to vibrate in environments that help me remember who I AM. There is nothing that can be taught that we don't already know... But once in awhile, it is sure nice to get the people/things/places that remind us of things we have forgotten...
And the weekend continues... back to food... (If this is my last time through... then I am going to make damn sure that I experience life to the fullest and that includes savoring all the delicious tastes prepared by the most loving of hands)... and in comes "the Spaniard" at La Cartuja. If you happen to make it to San Miguel, this is a MUST stop. This adorable, older Spaniard has been running this small, intimate little restaurant for something like 30 + years... maybe even 40... He has no more than 6 or 7 tables... and he, himself does almost all the cooking. 3 or 4 entrees to choose from, changed every day, starting with a killer appetizer of cheese, jamon serrano, fresh baked bread... and then there is the homemade wine... My oh my.... What a heavenly reality we stumbled upon Friday evening. "Lucky" enough, Mr. Spaniard let us in, even though it was 10 by the time we walked in... He pleasantly welcomed us and said we could eat there as long as we were patient since he had sent his staff home and would have to do the cooking and serving himself. Really? Seriously? um... Yes! Please.
Saturday was QiGong all day... powerful stuff I tell you. No words here to describe. How little movement can create so much heat surely puts the Law of Least Effort into clarity.
And we finish the story with Sunday... A drive out to "the countryside," on lands of healing thermal waters, sits a beautiful little hotel called "Casa de Aves." My dad, the birdman, would call it heaven... (aves means birds in Spanish, btw). Rolling, green grass, sitting (and floating and waddling) ducks, a pond, a beautiful pond-side restaurant, and a ZIP LINE! (plus all the other fun stuff for "kids"... a tree house, a trampoline, small boas for rowing around the pond). Again, food was mouth watering delicious... tender, yummy meat.... ooh la la.... good company, enlightening Osho reads, warm afternoon sunshine. AND of course I did the Zip. Trix are definitely for Kids and a Kid AM I... Too bad I got stuck about 10 feet from the end and had to pull myself back to go. Rats! Still fun... picture proves it for all those in doubt.
I realize that there seems to be a theme of mouth watering, mind blowing food... Food is just one aspect. It's all the senses though that are really just soaking in all this love. So much beauty to see in all, flavors to taste, softness to touch, symphonies to hear, heaven to smell... Pure Bliss available to all of us if we choose to perceive it that way. Remember, it's all a choice. Free Will. Choose yes, choose love, choose life.... It's anywhere we want it to be... but you really have to set that intention, and then let go of any attachment to it. No hopes or expectations to any outcome... You will be amazed what PRESENTs itself...
P.S. Syncronicities? Is there such a thing? Can we say that all "time" is in sync with the divine plan? We may or may not see it in the moment, but always, when stepping back and looking at the puzzle, and not just the individual pieces, everything fits. Life is one giant Syncronicity. Sometime we perceive them as "good".. maybe even miraculous... when the magnets match up just right and are drawn together... (we are magnets, by the way, just like water. Bipolar.. some just swing more from opposite ends while others remain more toward the middle. Neither is right or wrong, it just is where it is and that is perfection in the moment)... Other times we may be frustrated when things don't line up just right and the magnets don't match up, but ultimately everything is always just right and we have to let go and trust that "it" has it all enveloped in the grand master plan.... Don't react to either "good" or "bad." Observe. Be aware. And have faith.
and to end with a picture of the Present Moment Girls. Can you feel the love?
and a poem by Hafiz
With That Moon Language
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud,
otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still, though,
think about this,
this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye
that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in this world
is dying to hear?
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