Archangel St. Michael

October 13, 2008

There is no long story short

I am sitting on my bed by an open window in Las Tablas, Dominican Republic on a rainy Monday afternoon.  The heat has calmed but ever so slightly that beads of sweat no longer form on my top lip but still drench my neck and stain the back of my shirt.  Steam rises from puddles. Bachata music blasts from a colmado (store) directly in front of my house and from another colmado to my right causing my head to swarm with a mixture of Latin beats and sultry lyrics. A Dominican rides by on his motto, a woman on the back with curlers secured to her head, clinging to the driver who revs the engine to announce their passing.

It seems like a dream that little over a month ago I was drinking my little bottle of peach yogurt at the office in Aiquile, Bolivia chatting with my companeros, when I received a text message from the security officer. “The US ambassador has been declared non-grata status and has ... more

just a little doodle

aiquile countryside

August 19, 2008

I have discovered another Bolivian jewel, Sucre.  It is the official capital of Bolivia and is only 4 hours south of Aiquile making it a much more convenient regional city and leisure spot.  It is a cloud city, built high upon the rounded mountains of the Andes overlooking a dry river bed during the winter months and the rage of heavenly tears during the summer.  
I came to know Sucre when Jasmine and I had to be 'rescued' from site 2 weeks ago. We were trapped in Aiquile because of blockades on the road leading to Cochabamba and the same road opposite direction to Sucre.  Teachers were protesting and blockading passages across the entire country in the name of higher wages and a fair retirement pension. As of the moment the government has called a 45 day truce to try and mend the problem.  
Sucre is a cultural hub for music, art, and history. I am told some of the best museums in the country are locate... more

**my blog has been temporarily down due to someone hacking into it and placing pictures of Indian women in bathing suits-sorry for the inconveinece- although i did lose some pictures and writings- i am officially back**

July 25, 2008

when light is soft and purple shadows form small rivers that slide down the sides of mountains, I bow down to the earth from which I was made.
When golden rays illuminate seas of wheat fields and a warm dusty wind dries the tears from my eyes, I plant my roots and reach for the sky.
as the crescent moon appears from the curvature of the horizon and her brother sun melts into the other side, my two hands form one and i surrender my forgiveness gratitude and release of my own decry.

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some paintings i just did after coming back from Samaipata