Friday, February 8, 2013

bustin loose, high time, huh?

dear fellow beings.
   i think this is the 6-month mark.  i surely did start travelin for other than medical reasons, or anything else essential.  ah essential.  i feel en route.
   nov 8 i flew SEA-MEX then bussed (autobus) to Oaxaca, Oaxaca, México, where i stayed 7 or so weeks, 4 of them in a writer's residency, the only writer among 6 or 8 other visual artists, at Arquetopia Oaxaca.  this brief community was very deeply special to me, as a community of people who truly see the world and live life as co-creators, just as i believe my mother did, thus a view of life i accrued unbeknownst, but treasure, and love living among.  very different, to me, to the usual life on earth.
   then a couple weeks travelling to and attending the World Rainbow Gathering near Palenque, Chiopas, México, across the transition from one Mayan calendar era to another, Dec. 21, whence it commenced to rain an inch an hour from "midnight" 12am through 6am.  straight up and down, no wind.  lotta water, baptism.  population sustained, before and after, pretty much at 1,500 steady, the 11 days i was there, dec 19 through 29.
   then a 4-day-and-night yoga and meditation retreat at a permaculture farm/home reachable only by boat from Santiago, Guatemala, on Lago de Atitlán.
   after which i met a deep dear kin soul spirit in a young (-er than me) lady Florencia with her 6 yr old daughter Myriam, from France.  we have traveled together since, from San Marcos, Lago de Atitlán, Guatemala to InanItah intentional community on the two-volcano island Ometepe in the middle of the biggest lake in Central America, in Nicaragua, by bus, 4 full days, whiew!  very enlightening and rich stay in community.
   innumerable people had been sick with a wide variety of diarrheas, some with fever, at the prior 2 events, and again here.  i had remained quite healthy until here, where i had off-and-on diarrhea without fever, but getting very weak and sick toward the end.  using 3 herbal treatment methods methodically for 3 days, then fasting for 3 days (during which time i felt great!), i bucked it and am quite healthy for a good nother 10 + days now.
   in which time we have returned to México, staying a couple days in Xela (pronounced "shaylah"), Guatemala en route.  the highest altitude large city i've ever been in.  to some, the Mayan capital of the world all time.  definitely dominantly indigenous territory.
   we are currently resting up and rejuvenating in the sun, sand and sea.  my first time on the Pacific this whole trip.  the southern-most tip of Oaxaca state (only Chiopas state goes a little further south in México, before Guatemala), a wee town called Zipolite, solid beachhouses of all sorts, next to which i have found a wee cove where i sleep alone on the beach each night, free of smoke and noise other than surf and birds.  Bahia Camaron (GoogleMaps-able).
   then we plan to visit a couple intentional communities in Mexico that are under any radar i've had, but Florencia has heard of them from a couple good sources, and some include indigenous members, which interests us both.
   do i sound busted loose?  i sure feel it.
   lotta stories to tell.  the main one so far is it is very hard to keep up with my self, no say write it down.  ah me.
      thank you for your company, the blessing of your presence in my world on this earth.  love.  marty


  1. good to hear a little about your adventures. sending love from Seattle

  2. Thanks for the update, cuz. Now for some photos?

  3. wow. comments. thank you and bless you, Lauren and Mac. you each remind me of a lot of photos i should post ... and a lot that i haven't taken! i will catch up with my self. hoping to devote all of March to this catching up with my self, in some remote mountainous corner of Central or South México. love and gratitude from Oaxaca Ciudad at the moment.

  4. Boy am I jealous! I'm seeing this over a month late as I'd given up on you posting anything new here but sure glad I checked. Kind of reminds me of the time I drove all the way down from Chicago to an intentional community in southern Mexico to check it out back in 1981 all alone in my old VW bus. Every trip I've made down that way has been a very spiritual adventure.

  5. wow. i wanna hear more about yer 81 trip down, Mark. tell me tell me.