Oh how deeply my heart is filled with beautiful Mexico

Mi corazón is truly full with the wonderful people of this magical land. I am just returning from inspiring moments of awe with my lips forming a grin of glee and my chest outwardly prested, for I just spent the afternoon in the most beautiful Ethnobotanical Garden here in the wonderful city of Oaxaca, Oaxaca Mexico. Strolling and chating with a group of passionate plant lovers we learned many a plant and the powerful people that have formed a relationship with these magical plants. Ethnobotany which has been dubed to mean the the relationship between plants and peoples. And here the Ethnobotany is incredible with the diversity of cultures and rooted peoples and the everchanging diversity of landscapes, where cultures are the land and the land is the culture. I have been enjoying myself in this good city full of good people for the second day now, arriving yesterday from a 5 week adventure and one of the best experiences of my life. I was living and working on a wonderful farm in the small pueblo of Ejutla, Oaxaca with some really good folk. The farm is planted in the mountains of the valley of Oaxaca and in the distant views the otherside of this valley are often blanked with clouds of rain and clouds of brilliant shades of pinks and reds and purples during the mighty sunsets. The sky in Oaxaca seems closer to the land and is full of power, with many a night the sky sharing its power with the land in the form of lighting that cracks open the sky and pours rivers down on the little town I was living in. The farm invites people all over Mexico to participate in different workshops, some lasting days, but living and working there I was able to better improve some good old farm skill, cob making, worm composting, and learning medicinal plants. But more or less the main reason I was there was to experience the culture of this part of Oaxaca. And I did this with an abundance of good conversations, sharing life with good meals, learning to make molé and other traditional Oaxaca foods with sweet grandmas and other powerfully strong women, sharing poetry with good friends of how wonderful our mother earth is, roasting corn on the cob in fires made by my own hands, making tortillas with those same hands of mine, staying up all night sharing wonderful words with a friend about the importantece, magic, beauty, and shear brilliance of love, family, community, and this PachaMama (mother earth) that all humans are sons of. I truly hold in my heart this little town. With week long festivals of long night of walking the streets with all the community together in the pouring rain with great music and people in houses and on the topes of houses throwing tamals and other food down to the crowd of celibrating people, and people passing drinks of warm coffee and atoli(corn/rice milk drink, really good). Other nights of traditional dances with the people dressed in brilliant colors and wonderful music, inviting the other regions of Oaxaca to all share and celibrate together. Long days of carrying for good plants and cultivating the land, preparing good soil for crops to flourish in this rich land full of life. Once I asked my good friend Feliz where he learned to farms so well and he told me that farming is pretty easy all you need is a good heart to help the plants grow, by watering and weeding and caring for soil and other such good things. One night to celibrate the town blasted the most amount of fireworks I have ever seen, I was standing under a beatiful Juarje (the tree that Oaxaca gets its name from) and the fireworks rained down and other sparks and flames of many bright and brilliant colors from many directions were like bombs going off and people and including myself running in all directions laughing and shoughting gritos de glee. Because I carry with me my open heart and am so passionate to experience this wonderful culture I befriend a good amount of wonderful people, a community of good folk and these people are sooo nice, warm hearted, and full of love. The quantiy of times I was invited into some ones home for a meal, has fleeted my mind, by the hospitality of those moments have been planted deep with in me. After my little time in Ejutla and know right now in this city of Oaxaca as music fills up the room I write in I am fully here imersed in this beatiful world because I understand this language (of cource everyday learning great amounts) and I am every day better at expressing my heart in this beatiful language. My legs now begin to move because of the live music I here just down the street and I race to type these words just to get back to this beatiful world, this magical land full of soo much. I love Oaxaca and am ready leave in the early morning of tomarrow because I know I will be back. Tomarrow I head to Meridad and am excited to walk the road of life that the Mayans walk. My life is soo blessed, I am soo happy and excited to live, to share life, to celibrate, to enjoy, to know with my mind, to know with my heart, and to help the community I will eventually arrive to. Okay I have to go, there is a little girl singing in I believe Mixtec and it is really cute and so more words of some of my adventures thus far will be shared latter, but for now I must go. May peace be with you all! Hasta pronto....