Monday, January 10, 2011

Soaring Soul

Inflamed with delight, my soul is soaring and my feet rest gently on the Mexican tile in my new kitchen. My heart is swimming deeply, immersed in the liquid love of all that I have experienced. All the sites, colorful people, aromas, vistas, music, art, villages, cobbled streets, church bells, in Ajijic, La Floresta, San Antonio and Chapala have been cellularly implanted into the receptive quantum physics of my being! In tune with the voice that takes care of my essential steps, no questions asked, any trips to the island of regret have been quickly, willed out forever banned, Qtipped and consciously cancelled! Awakened to my future, clearly I hear the call to come, fill up, and trust the truth, the mission of my purpose. My adamant determination to allow my compulsory desire to explore the City of Chapala, its history, the lake, and to acknowledge it's woo, has become the intrinsic, timeless Bienvenido that has set my soul into a spin that in turn welcomes the reality of work...with a fiesta of graditude for my family, my friends, my job and the plans that unfold before me. The poetess stirs inside as I resonate with the gentle poem written by Fernando Maquero from San Miguel.

R E G A L O
Te regalo este lugar, hermana
Te reagalo este pedazo de cielo
Para que vengas a mirar la luna
Y las estrellas
A traves de las rams y las flores
En este instante
De ningun tiempo
Que tambien te ragalo.

G I F T
I give you this place, sister
I give you this piece of sky
So you can come and look at the moon
and the stars...
Through the branches and the flowers
And the Eucalytus leaves
In this instant, of no time,
That I also give you.

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