Para que llorar?¡?¡?

The end of my stay has come, the adventure is almost over. Reflecting upon my expereince I can truly say that ten weeks in this beautiful regoin of "Mexico" has altered my vision of the world. A gigangtic plate of different people, emotions, and ideas filling up my metaphorical belly. These elements that I have consumed have nurtured my mind and body in ways that humble and energize action. I am ready for the next step what ever it may be. The illusions are melting evoporating into air. The illusion of self and the powers the torment our brothers and sisters accross our blue green planet. Generation upon generation of people from pueblos, counties, cities, and nations whos view has been coerced into seeing only the rat race chasing mirages only to hug a cactus (and get taxed for it). I have read the most powerful thing is good intention the desire to want help create better world can move mountains and alter futrues. A person cannot do these things alone, there needs to be community there needs to be relationships that are not determined upon how much mula can be milked out of the endless pastures of people. People who work together because they feel compassion and enjoy each others company.

The family that I was with in Tihosuco, taught me alot about unity and solidarity. I came into their home as a stranger, and in many ways I still am. No need to sugar coat the situation, I did not grow up in the same enviroment. I have never gone into the jungle on bicycle, spent 14 hours chopping wood, and carried it back home. The hardship of this type existance creates a ferocious bond within their family; which was enormous mother father, ten children, and recently adopted another boy. The father is a catholic missionary, though I am not a big fan of the faith, Catholocism has helped them. Many think of Mexicans and have two images a drunk man wearing a sombrero under a cactus the other a Narco traficante (drug trafficker). The family does not drink, they are as pure as mountain spring water; as was the case with the majority of the people who were at the prime age for rowdy binge drinking. Beside this fact they are not sheltered or oblivious to reality. The constant reminder of drugs are presented everyday in Mexican News papers. They are loyal, there were no arguments just discussions, talking in a way tht I have only seen between close friends. It is a strange thing that in Western Univeristies there is a constant drilling of developing an "argument", forced to fight with like minded people. An individualistic ideology the can be dangerous. The family worked together the mother made sure everyone was fed and in good health. The father being a missionary was constantly out of town, but it didn´t matter. Rather then wine about, take meds, and go to a therapist. The oldest brother played the role, guided the family. It was team work at its finest. Their family structure was not strict of rigid, no dont do this or that. They love by example and guide the best they know how. Right now the brothers who can, are working in Cancun, sucked into the world of debauchaury and mayhem of globalized society. They are difinetly affected by this experience, but they don´t go for the booze, drugs and rock n´or roll. They go so they can help their family. One day the oldest brother and I were talking about the the Mayan prohpecy of 2012, and I asked him what he thought was going to happen. He responded "things are gonna change because thats the year I graduate and am able to get a better job to help my family". Until we learn to love with this type of devotion Ill qoute one of my favorite hip hop MC´s "People are people, but I still love em"-Atmosphere

Moises Plascencia

Moises Plascencia