As I write I’m listening to: Naturaleza by Danit, on Spotify.
Last night was my first night in Mazunte. Ive come here for the next 40 days.
I love to travel. I love everything about being in another country and having to learn the language. I love the communication and the way in which I learn about people and where they come from. It’s a beautiful thing. Being a black traveler and being gender queer, it makes things interesting. Safety does become important. Yet it is still exciting. Sometimes being here in Mexico I think about being an Expatriate.
Im not really sure why I came to Mexico. It began with Tepoztlán. I went there because two of my friends run a retreat where they use sacred medicine as part of the retreat. In another post I will talk more about 5 meo DMT and what it is. But it is life changing. It gives you tools like no other. But it is also up to you whether you use those tools.
So yeah, last night was my first night. I was in Mexico City for about 4 days which was plenty. PLENT-TEEE. Again I am not crazy about big cities. Last summer I went to Barcelona and realized this.
So leaving the big city Ciudad de México or as I saw on many of the Taxis, CDMX, I took a 1 hour flight, or so, the flight was delayed an hour, to Huatulco (Spanish pronunciation: [wa’tulko]; wah-TOOL-coh), formally Bahías de Huatulco, centered on the town of La Crucecita, is a tourist development in Mexico. It is located on the Pacific coast in the state of Oaxaca.
Once I arrived in Huatulco, the universe was so kind, I met a woman who was German but lived in Mexico for a while and spoke fluent Spanish. Now I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. My Spanish is not half bad. Ive also traveled to Brasil, Ecuador, Peru, Guyana, Morocco, and plenty of European countries, alone and been able to survive. Yet was sstill really nice to have someone, and she came up to me outside the airport asking if we could split a taxi. Instead we actually took a bus to Potulco and then caught another bus, along with another guy who was from Mazunte who we met at the bus stop for the first bus. About 75 pesos (around 4 dollars) and 1-1.5 hours later I was in Mazunte. I called my airbnb host and her husband antlers German man found me on the side of the Road. My two friends, the German woman, and the native Mazunte man even waited with me until my hostess came for me.
ROOOOOOOOMM!! Up and way Yona whisked me away to the airbnb. I was a little nervous because we were on a motorbike going somewhat a steady speed. I was afraid I would fall off. Then there was this check point we came too and I would have had to search my bag for passport and the paper they give you at the airport that shows how long you’ve been given to stay in the country. Luckily the officer let us go. We rode to this sort of cut and the road turned into dirt and at one point i had to walk up the hill. My friend, this beautiful dog joined me. I connected so beautifully with this dog. She is a beautiful feminine spirit. Once to the house Yona ( “ YO- NAH”) showed me around the property. It basically feel like everything was sort of planned as they went, but its.
After Yona showed me around I went to shower. Again its not very first world America sort of living. My room is a hut and I slept under a net.
Last night was beautiful. The night time is its own symphony of sound . Life doesn’t sleep. The night spirits we out at work living their life. Tiny lizards scurried across the hut floor. The spiders as they seem to do when I’m traveling found there way into my room, or maybe really I found my way to them. Slowly I drifted off to sleep listening to nature’s music outside my hut. Through the opening in the top of my hut the moon came through at about 2 am. It was as if the moon decided to show up specifically for me. She was speaking with me. I payed there basking in her glory. The moons glorious light came over me and bathed me. Maybe it was her telling me that I had come for the right time. This was my time to come here. Maybe.
Full moons are about releasing. I maybe being here I will release something so that I can find something.
My journey here is to really make fear my ally. To build something new and exciting for myself. To take control of my life. To release self limiting thoughts, patterns and
I leave you with this thought. Listening to “Four Senses”, the older man’s voice can be heard. He has aged to a point where his hearing is going. It is difficult for him to hear music. “ its a jumble mess of sound” He says “ I miss music.” I. Miss. Music. I want to dance, I want to sing, I want to love, I want to move this body, I want to see this world, so that when my journey is nearing its transition. I can savor each moment. One day these feet wont move they way they once did. This body wont feel as young, my ears wont be able to hear like they once could. I will not be able to see like I once could.
So now I will live. I will in a way that allows me to fly. Allows me no matter what to breathe in this life and live fully in this body and fully in my spirit body.