Thank you so very much for the wonderful weekend and the extraordinary healing session I have to tell you that my mouth opens wider than it has for a long time. I feel wonderful, still flying.
I know that I probably come across as a strange litte character, but my passion for life burns brightly in spite of the missing teeth etc. I am brought to tears by the beauty of everything.
Before the workshop, I wasn't sure what I was to do with my life, now I know. (and it is so easy) Essentially, just breathe and do what is at hand to do. I am creating an ashram in my own little corner of this magnificent world. (mostly, it was already here)
I thought I would share the poem with you about the mission in Mexico.
Rosario
The landscape is devoured by sand,
bitter heat and sand, two stinging allies,
permanently fixed on shadowless adobe.
And abundant refraction of savage light
visits lethargy on Rosario.
No one moves much.
Only the mission is estranged.
It is cool inside, mellow as a sigh,
walled in earth and stone, hand packed.
From her alcove, tender Mary smiles,
her gaze cracked, her dusty palms turned out.
At her feet, roses of blue plastic;
poor little offerings.
A lizard skitters on a wooden bench,
a raw seat, fashioned by the faithful,
the devout who carved this sweet retreat.
Looking down from His solitary cross,
Christ regards rows of small spent candles
in a most sorrowful way.
It is a wishing place.
But for the creakinig leathers
of my sandals, and distant wind,
there is silence here, sheer silence,
very tangible, very holy.
I hope you have a beautiful day.
With love, Kay Huerta.
