Carnival

I’m not young,

and I don’t think

I’m going to live 

forever.

This week in Tepoztlan,

as in Sao Paulo, is a week

of celebration, revelry, same

as Mardi Gras in New 

Orleans.

Some people will die here,

this week…letting go at 

Carnival sometimes means

blood letting.

Carnival means a way of

looking at life…a way of

being alive. It’s an old meme

for how they are at this

time.

Santa Muerte…some people

here worship death..I think

that’s fair enough….It’s just

trying to cover another base 

of the unknown.

Sweat Lodge, Sundance, peyote

ceremonies of all kinds…kitsch,

trash, culture….raw boned reality….

all the confusion and wisdom, all

of it, on the level of beans and rice

and tequila, simply because they

were born and they remember……

…on the hoof.

I will dwell in my hermitage this 

week as this storm of life passes.