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Finding Myself in ... Zipolite

            I am often struck with the feeling of melancholy for no apparent reason. The depth can be subtle - slinking through my thoughts - and other times deep and heavy upon my mind, painting a sepia film over the day. But the tool I’ve learned through this past year is to recognize it, accept it, maybe even try to place its source, and then clear it out by looking at the things around me I am grateful for. Each place I visit gives me a bit more room to grow in that exercise and I am hoping that one day I will be the master of it. But for now, I let the mood shift with the breeze and am eager for the moments when I can swing back into the clear blue tones of a sunny day and see the sparkle of all things bright in this life. I’m currently fighting off that melancholy with a foray back into the hidden coves of my sexuality; I’ve returned to Zipolite nearly a year after my first adventure of two nights. Now with a week secured, I am openin...

Finding Myself in ... Mexico City

          Sitting in a rooftop café in Mexico City, I look out and see smoking rising from the Plaza de la Constitucion . It is the cleansing smoke cast by an Aztec shaman in a purification ritual and it floats to the sky with the spirits that are purged from those in the square below. I wonder if I have been leaving a similar trail behind me as I’ve traveled the past year, sloughing off the negative legions that attached to my soul and weighed me down. I wonder if they have turned to smoke with each day spent in the cleansing sun. If they were dried out by the salty blue waters of the ocean. If the people I have met have hugged me and squeezed out the spirits hiding in the cracks of the collapsing structure that I once was. Here in Mexico City, I identify with similarly decrepit buildings, as they too tell a story of standing through years of wear and tear. Age has put them at odd angles and the shaking of the earth has sent cracks up the cement work. But ...