Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for March, 2011

All in a month!

Thirty year old John Neff came to Guanajuato from Orlando the beginning of March. Since then, he’s opened up his own practice offering affordable chiropratic therapy. He’s also begun volunteering at Buen Pastor, offering adjustments and neurological testing for the girls and madres.

Through the Clinic Abroad Program with Palmer College of Chiropractic Florida, John has made six trips to Third World countries offering chiropractic care to underserved populations. Now, he offers his expertise and thoughtful care to the Buen Pastor Community.

John’s philosophy is that the body has the power to heal itself if given the instruments that it needs, such as nutrition. He also includes brain balancing in his work which can help with attention deficits, learning disabilities, depression, anxiety, and pain.  I look forward to seeing his work evolve with the girls and madres.

Read Full Post »

Morning prayer

It was 6:15 in the morning and I was taking pictures of this alter, trying to get a good shot of it in the dark, or at least one photo that wasn’t so blurry. Just as I positioned my camera on top of an electric meter, this man stopped by to pray on his way down to Pastita and I snapped another blurry one.

Read Full Post »

Guijas Alter

Most evenings when I walk by this alter, the neighborhood women have set out fold up chairs and pray here. Their soft murmuring sounds like spanish water. I walk by quickly as a roof dog, belonging to the home next to the alter, barks at Farley.

Read Full Post »

Turn around tree

When I walk far enough out of the City, I find myself in a place where there’s wind and sky. I leave my thoughts—somewhere around the house in the photo above—and walk empty so the sun may fill me. At the turn around yesterday, Farley and I stood for awhile observing a tree. It was enormous. Its leaves were brown and falling, like all the other trees. It was windy there. The leaves of the turn around tree sounded like a million paper hands clapping.

Read Full Post »

Sunrise on Tecolote

Read Full Post »

Limits of Your Longing

Go to the Limits of Your Longing
by Rainer Maria Rilke; translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

Book of Hours, I 59

Read Full Post »

Where the heart is

Three years ago, I was selling everything that I owned on Craigslist. I was transitioning from a life of predictability and stability into one of uncertainty and great hope as I prepared to live in Mexico. I didn’t know what I would be doing yet, or how I would be making a living, but I took a leap of faith and trusted that everything would work out for the best.

This morning, I was looking at all the things that use to fill my home. These things represented years of work and building. Each one was personal and carried a piece of history. But as Craiglisters carried them off one by one, I began feeling a sense of liberation… to have nothing, and to be ok with that.

I suppose that all you can really take with you is what’s inside. So in the long run, it’s better to spend time building yourself, maintaining health, nurturing skills, cultivating emotional intelligence, and practicing transcendent peace. That stuff, you can’t buy, and makes any place you live, a wonderful home.

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »