The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Santo Domingo

Santo Domingo
The view from Corazon del Pueblo

The hereafter re me

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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Tuesday, March 17, 2015


I was happy to be here in Boston on the first springlike day and for the day on which the record for the snowiest winter evah, over 9 feet, that's 2.76 meters!  However, I do not feel at home here.  I am used to the people and ways of Oaxaca.  I look around here and feel like I am missing so much.  Life is so different here.
I keep thinking of this little girl in the Tlacolula market a couple of weeks ago and her life.  I am haunted by her.  She was alone selling these lemons.  Little children here can start working very early in life.  They have responsibilities and obligations.  And lucky them, they get to keep working into there eighties if they are able.  It can be a very tough life.

Oaxaca is a very easy place to practice compassion.  Here, it New England, to my chagrin, I don't feel it the same.  Must be all that snow.

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