september and san miguel is drawing ever near.
how it drapes itself around my heart
like a favorite season.
far from the familiar landscape of my childhood
mexico opened me
with the first long bus ride
into wild terrain.
traveling deep into the interior and indigenous regions
i found myself at sixteen
women with babies wrapped close to their hearts
in ancient robozos
weaving bright flower laden textiles.
nimble fingers forming baskets
in intricate patterns
sitting in a circle of friends their stories and laughter
filling the air like bird song.
luscious fruits, pungent spices, blossoms fingering
the tight paths through crowded market stalls,
strands of guitar trellising
ballads belted into the welcoming air.
stacks of mocajetas in the shape of round volcanic pigs,
water jugs where quirky mermaids smile
open mouthed, pouring refreshment in a
fountain of abundance
everything comprising this world
handmade, divine and delightful,
full of love, history, a sense of place.
i was then and am forever more
a cloud drifting into its rightful sky.
grew from a true love and
to share the enchantment of this inspired culture.
not only to spread a deeper appreciation
for her people and traditions;
also for the sweet chance to return and give back
to a land and her people who have enriched
my perception of life.
my hope is to offer you the most supportive,
nurturing home at casa carmen,
to reveal and endear you to the heart warming culture of san miguel
and to share a rich soul filling creative adventure
that i believe will continue to fulfill you
long after your return home.
if you have longed to share the road less traveled,
in the company of a small intimate group of kindred souls,
if you are hoping to embrace mystery,
fill your soul cup, be inspired countless times a day
in nothing shy of paradise;
come away with me!