Sketch #1

I was at the Friday organic market

in Tepoztlan, having coffee with

 some new friends...Yon, a Polish man,

and his traveling companion, Sera, a 

young French woman. They brought some

fish cooked in lime juice from a stand, 

which was delicious. We were having a 

splendid, light hearted conversation. An 

oldish woman woman drew near, nicely

dressed, with a hat on that had...poofs on

it that looked as if they had been fashioned

from metallic silver and gold crumpled 

balloons.  I remarked on it, and the woman

said, "It's not a hat, it's a turban." I said 

something in an aside to Yon, and he 

doubled over with laughter so hard, that 

I too started to laugh tears.

The woman stayed near our table, chatting

with Charley, the "Cosmic Mechanic" old

hippie that came to Tepoztlan forty years

ago and never left. She was staying with 

him. Yon and Sera went off, and I started 

talking with this woman. It turned out that 

she was quite interesting, had met my 

teacher, Chogyam Trungpa, in Scotland just

before he headed to the States, was a 

student of Osho in Poona for years, had lived 

in Japan with a man for some more years and

had a child by him...and interesting life, all 

in all.

i asked her why she had come to Tepoztlan.

She told me it was a spur of the moment 

decision, that she had left abruptly from 

England, and that it was  a part of her spiritual

journey. She said she was into healing woman

psychic trauma. I asked her if she could explain
a  bit what she meant.

"I like cunt."

I was taken aback at first, but soon stammered:

"I like cunt too, but I don't use it normally in 

conversation. Isn't there a different word that

most woman prefer to use?"

She said no, and said, just before she left England,

her friends had thrown a party for her and had 

given her a necklace as a present. She showed it

to me...it had a silver bauble on it. 

"is that a vagina?"

"No, it's a cunt."  And she went on to talk a bit about

desensitizing language, and liberating minds...she

talked for a while, but, I'm afraid I didn't hear much

of what she said.

My mind was stuck on cunt.