“I’ve spent more time in Antigua than I had in my casita in Española, NM. As I was walking around, locals that I had met would wave and smile. I so adore that… it reinforces my thoughts on the importance of a supportive community and having a home base to return to. Also, it means I’ve been here too long and the boy can’t sits still…”

… I saw the ’Vigilante’ gal wayyyyyy down the street… I got to my car, put down the windshield wiper and figured I’d be out of there quick like. Fk no, I literally turned around and she standing there with that “look” 🤨

In your darkest hours… there is always light.

Poetic impressions of the 1st world from 🇲🇽

It’s all a dream… a sun, a poison apple… they are all the same in the end.

I envy thorns on a the cactus…

Like… the obligation of death.  It is required… whether we like it or not.  So… it’s important how we live.  And grief and joy are part of it all… and love can be painful… but at sometime, somewhere… someone will be lighting a candle for you.

And without asking a question, I’m rewarded with answers… and all becomes clear… because it’s clarity that i am craving 🖤

I found myself in Toluca once again… for this and that… a book fair and for La Feria del Alfeñique. Candy and culture. It’s a rich experience but my time in that city is beginning to wear on me and it’s time to step away.

it was the first time I met you… and I didn’t tell you how deeply you touched me.

I came to a fork in the road... before me… a sun in one direction and a poison apple in the other. I chose by proxy. I value my experiences and lessons from taking that path… but parts of my body and soul are burnt and scarred. Perhaps… we should proudly display those scars… it means we have lived… fully.