As I was reading, days after coming back from my first ever visit to the USA, shocked by the lifestyle there and how gross the super-ultra-processed-food is, I come to read this and I was thinking that it's curious how my own experience has developed the opposite way. I used to be very sad, I used to think life was a burden, a terrible experience I was forced to have, one I felt completely guilty to escape, how would my parents feel? How would my sisters feel? I couldn't do it, but I was a depressed teenager, the world was such a mess, so much injustice, so much poverty, pollution, genocide and carelessness. Oh my, being Uruguayan is hard, our culture is so critical... Yet, there had to be something ahead, right? I always felt there had to be some kind of something. That kept me going. But I have been through depression many times, what a stupid world mankind keeps sustaining! Yet, in my thirties, I came to Peru and I started to connect with the Earth, I met people who see the universe in such a simpler, more loving, kinder way; I found my husband, who makes my life much brighter and inspires me to be a better woman, and I started FEELING there IS a reason underneath this nonsense of a world. All of these things you talk about make me sad and angry, but there's something deeper inside of me that keeps me going, believing and loving life. I don't know what it is, I can't write one of those inspirational books either. But I am way happier than I was 20 years ago. Because I've found that there's still people not buying this nonsense, who keep nurturing their soil and their animals the way their parents and grandparents did for hundreds of years, little ladies in their nineties who graze their sheep up in the Andes and sit on a rock to weave a scarf for their 3rd great-grandchild, believing the wheel of life will forever go on. I don't know how, but this land and these people saved me. And reading this, I come to realize about it once again. It's a weird week for me, having seeing the so called 1st world first hand for the first time in my life. It's a weird world, where people don't walk and enjoy their 55c guns on a weekend.
So thank you, your writing is really good and no matter what you write about, I always get hoooked.
Gracias hermana for your kind and insightful sharing. I have never been to Peru, I long to visit someday. I have many friends from Peru however and yes, they carry with them a special peace. It is so important to not forget how beautiful this world is and how many people are still living in good ways. I once walked through a grove of bristlecone pine trees (the oldest living trees in the world) with a traditional healer from Peru. He took no photos but made offerings and played a flute the entire time. The tourists around us, and myself, were all transported into another place and time where life was not about consumption but offering, reciprocity and praise. I am happy to hear you have touched this life-giving memory too. Pay it forward. All blessings to you and your beloved...
Gracias a vos, you are a gifted writer and it's a pleasure to read your thoughts. 10 days ago I was at Burgess Falls in Tennessee, the only hike we did in the US this time, and of course we couldn't bring coca leaves for our offerings, which we are so used to making, after so many years living here, so I took off some hair strands and offered that. Then I decided to soak up my feet in the river, and when we started walking back to the trail, I saw a silver chakana, the Andean cross, on the ground. It was a sticker turned upside down, if it had been facing up, it would have not looked like a chakana at all. But it was facing down!
I am curious now about this aspect of life (spirituality, relationship with the land, reciprocity) in Thailand, I would have imagined people there to be much more like people here, is that not so?
Thanks for your reply and your insights, and blessings to you and your family too :)
Oh yes i've been feeling the same way. As a self-described collapseologist, it's quite a tight rope walking between the simple joy of being alive and disgust with the mind numbing oblivion of so many. Keep writing amigo!
💗 I'm reading. I see you, and I love you 💞 Keep writing, keep looking, keep seeing ALL of it. All is well even when it appears not to be. It's not a cliche; it's truth. All is purposeful. Humans are learning and remembering our inherent oneness with the energy of life. There is infinite compassion, joy, and love during this process. The children know this, the discarnate souls know this, the birds know this, and the comedians glimpse it; they are all whispering into your heart… Keep listening. You know 💓
As I was reading, days after coming back from my first ever visit to the USA, shocked by the lifestyle there and how gross the super-ultra-processed-food is, I come to read this and I was thinking that it's curious how my own experience has developed the opposite way. I used to be very sad, I used to think life was a burden, a terrible experience I was forced to have, one I felt completely guilty to escape, how would my parents feel? How would my sisters feel? I couldn't do it, but I was a depressed teenager, the world was such a mess, so much injustice, so much poverty, pollution, genocide and carelessness. Oh my, being Uruguayan is hard, our culture is so critical... Yet, there had to be something ahead, right? I always felt there had to be some kind of something. That kept me going. But I have been through depression many times, what a stupid world mankind keeps sustaining! Yet, in my thirties, I came to Peru and I started to connect with the Earth, I met people who see the universe in such a simpler, more loving, kinder way; I found my husband, who makes my life much brighter and inspires me to be a better woman, and I started FEELING there IS a reason underneath this nonsense of a world. All of these things you talk about make me sad and angry, but there's something deeper inside of me that keeps me going, believing and loving life. I don't know what it is, I can't write one of those inspirational books either. But I am way happier than I was 20 years ago. Because I've found that there's still people not buying this nonsense, who keep nurturing their soil and their animals the way their parents and grandparents did for hundreds of years, little ladies in their nineties who graze their sheep up in the Andes and sit on a rock to weave a scarf for their 3rd great-grandchild, believing the wheel of life will forever go on. I don't know how, but this land and these people saved me. And reading this, I come to realize about it once again. It's a weird week for me, having seeing the so called 1st world first hand for the first time in my life. It's a weird world, where people don't walk and enjoy their 55c guns on a weekend.
So thank you, your writing is really good and no matter what you write about, I always get hoooked.
Gracias hermana for your kind and insightful sharing. I have never been to Peru, I long to visit someday. I have many friends from Peru however and yes, they carry with them a special peace. It is so important to not forget how beautiful this world is and how many people are still living in good ways. I once walked through a grove of bristlecone pine trees (the oldest living trees in the world) with a traditional healer from Peru. He took no photos but made offerings and played a flute the entire time. The tourists around us, and myself, were all transported into another place and time where life was not about consumption but offering, reciprocity and praise. I am happy to hear you have touched this life-giving memory too. Pay it forward. All blessings to you and your beloved...
Gracias a vos, you are a gifted writer and it's a pleasure to read your thoughts. 10 days ago I was at Burgess Falls in Tennessee, the only hike we did in the US this time, and of course we couldn't bring coca leaves for our offerings, which we are so used to making, after so many years living here, so I took off some hair strands and offered that. Then I decided to soak up my feet in the river, and when we started walking back to the trail, I saw a silver chakana, the Andean cross, on the ground. It was a sticker turned upside down, if it had been facing up, it would have not looked like a chakana at all. But it was facing down!
I am curious now about this aspect of life (spirituality, relationship with the land, reciprocity) in Thailand, I would have imagined people there to be much more like people here, is that not so?
Thanks for your reply and your insights, and blessings to you and your family too :)
Yes... to all of this 🙏🙏🥺🌄💓
Oh yes i've been feeling the same way. As a self-described collapseologist, it's quite a tight rope walking between the simple joy of being alive and disgust with the mind numbing oblivion of so many. Keep writing amigo!
💗 I'm reading. I see you, and I love you 💞 Keep writing, keep looking, keep seeing ALL of it. All is well even when it appears not to be. It's not a cliche; it's truth. All is purposeful. Humans are learning and remembering our inherent oneness with the energy of life. There is infinite compassion, joy, and love during this process. The children know this, the discarnate souls know this, the birds know this, and the comedians glimpse it; they are all whispering into your heart… Keep listening. You know 💓
Thank you. 🙏 💗 Feeling this complex grief-rage-confusion-etc also.
Of my heART -- thank you