An omen... for sure....

I'm sure there is a message in there somewhere, no doubt a balm for these trying times.... but damned if I know what it is.

Let's face it...

These two Oaxacan faces are from posters in the city.  They gave me food for thought.  Which one is closer to the way I am?  Probably, more the campesino, rather than the wrestler.  And you?

 

Every now and then you've got to put on the mask and join La Lucha.

Through a past darkly........

  

As I said a couple of days ago, how wonderful it is to be back in Oaxaca.  As we all know, and as all those tourists filling the streets are telling us, this is a unique and magical place.  I'm calmed by knowing this place has ten thousand years of history.  It's been up, been down, been rich, been poor,  and all that history tells me that's just where we are.  This calms me down quite a bit.

I'm riding on the wave of relief I feel after leaving all the stress and chaos in El Norte and thinking about how to stay afloat on these trouble seas.... which maes me smile and recall a favorite quote from SongChol, one of my main guys...

"Let's not spend our lives fighting over trivia.  To do so reduces us to a state of being even more worthless than spray on a vast ocean.  Let's concentrate on the ocean rather than the foam."

This place feeds my soul.

Stranger from a strange land...

 

It's good to be back in Oaxaca.  Even though I've been down here for almost twenty years, I still think of Boston as home and maybe I always will... or maybe not.  But, as I say, it feels so good to be in Oaxaca.  My time up north was fine and productive, but wow, the stress levels up there are off the charts.  It's hard to describe the sense of relief I felt just seeing the front of mi casa.  Two days later I feel so much lighter in spirit.  Maybe it's just because the Hannaford market in Waltham didn't have this out front.  And the food is better here, too.

Anyhow, onward...