Going between the States and México is like landing on different planets. It’s not funny, it’s hard. I seem to do okay upon arriving en el Norte, but coming back home is ironically conflictual.

Why would coming back to the place I love be anything but joyful? There are different sensibilities in each country which challenge my beliefs. In México, I work constantly to let go and flow, as that is the primary energy of the place. In the U.S. I enter the flow of information, resources, answers and help. As my time to return to México approaches I find myself fearful and furiously investigating supplements and other items not available where I live. I become increasingly unhappy, tense, exhausted and edging into a percieved state of 

I am consumed with how to live a good life, with the question: what makes a good life?

I am re-searching what is my core passion and desire in terms of making a positive diference in the world.

I’ll tell you something: helping people who want to take better care of themselves is a cover for something. 

Two days ago a dragon fly entered my house. It flew up to the skylight and tried to get out for hours, it’s wings buzzing incessantly as they struck the hard surface of the skylight.

It’s not that my underpants are fancy or sexy. It’s the way they look on the line. It’s the rainbow of colors intensified from the rainwater with which I washed them. It’s the way the sun reflects their colors.  Which panty touches which panty is a creative process and is akin to painting: finding the relationship and expression of color that I commit to the “canvas.” My underwear hanging on the clothesline on the roof of my house is a reflection to me of my good life, the life I choose here in the rural central highlands of México.