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Another life lesson on how our thoughts create our reality…

A potent seed planted just a few short weeks ago broke through the soil at just the right moment to meet us in the time of our departure.

The wish made by yours truly to witness a Zapatista event, was the potent seed planted. Of course, I dreamt it up in a slightly more romanticized way.

This event takes place the morning of our afternoon flight to Mexico City.

For those that are not aware of who the Zapatistas are, they are a Mexican indigenous armed revolutionary group based in Chiapas. May sound alarming initially, however until you eat in their restaurants, walk among their lands and feel their deep relationship with the earth and their indigenous roots, ones worldview changes. Their’s is a culture filled with color, beauty and magic.

Here’s the story…

Two sets of spiraling plumes of smoke send out warning signals ahead. “What’s that about,” I wonder, as we inch up closer to the border station. Our driver Ramón has a puzzled look on his face. Hmmm. This can’t be good. We inch up to the station guard where we receive the news. BLOCKADE AHEAD. No one is getting through. Unless of course, you are willing to pay your way through! And that price will be up to the rebels holding the blockade down, the station guard says.

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The rooster patiently awaits his death.

The floor is covered with pine needles, there are no pews in this church. Thousands of candles adorn tables in front of Catholic saints, carved out of wood or wax, garishly dressed, themselves enclosed in glass boxes.

This, here in Chamula, deep in the heart of Chiapas, Mexico, is a Tzotzil Maya church, the ceremonies within a mix, a mezcla, of pre-Hispanic Mayan culture and faint remnants of Catholicism.

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A little peek inside the ART AND CULTURE of San Cristobal de las casas in Chiapas.

San Cristobal is considered one of the “magic towns” of Mexico.

…Surrounded by lush mountains, waterfalls and maize fields in the land of the indigenous Maya, one is transported and inspired by this rich and diverse culture.

Walking among the streets, artistic expressions ooze out from among the luminous pores of the city. From murals to textiles, carved figurines to jewelry, colorful reflections of art are readily available, everywhere!

It is truly inspiring and remarkable to feel the powerful creations of a culture in harmony with their indigenous roots standing up with great strength and sovereignty for their authentic way of life among a modern world.

LOVE,
ALISUN TREES

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This morning we leave the city of Oaxaca for a new set of adventures upon our travels. We will be heading south to San Cristobal de las Casas in Chiapas, Mexico.

 

Oaxaca has been one spirit filled adventure

with many festivities and celebrations! Our journey began in the mountains of Oaxaca where we visited the sacred site of Monte Albán. Monte Albán is the the ancient capital of the Zapotecs and one of the first cities in Mesoamerica. It is incredibly massive in size, sprawling with trees and grasslands and created with exquisite detail. Our visit fell on the day of my Solar Return/day of birth, which was the greatest gift I could possibly receive this time around!

The lushness of the land, the architectural delights and the ways in which all the elements of nature are set in direct alignment with the stars and constellations, inspire and invoke a feeling of joy and expansion! There are spirits that are very much alive here today existing among the trees, shining a brilliant light through the rocks and cobble stone temples.

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Descending the mountain, much stirring is ado among our destination in the city of Oaxaca.

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Two bright and brilliant yellow taxis appear at the front gate of our beloved community here in Tepotzlán.

We jump in. Among us are traveling nomads, two artists, an astrologer, half a handful of healers, and a poet extraordinaire. Today, we are off to the sacred land of Amatlán, one mountain town over from Tepotzlán, where we have been hearing the stories and mythical tales of this powerful and mystical land. “It’s to die for” our host describes…“You will see.”

The taxis drop us off at the center of town. Smiles of relief and a burst of laughter arise among us as we spot Gabriela running down the hill with her dog “Super Pulgo” in tow. They are running a bit late…That’s ok, though. For they are soon to be the hit of the picnic! :)

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In the center of town stands a statue of Quetzaalcoatl,

the feathered serpent mythical God. It’s body pokes out from among the trees. I catch Quetzaalcoatl’s watchful eye. I receive it as a sign of a transformative journey ahead.
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Our host in Tepoztlán, Raul, with his hairless Chihuahua, Shalom.

Our host in Tepoztlán, Raul, with his hairless Chihuahua, Shalom.

Our host wants to take us out on our last night in Tepoztlán. Raul, AliSun and I walk down to the organic store in town and have a nice light dinner. Raul says that we should go try the amazing pastries at Cafe Mozart. They are to die for. Who are we to argue?

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The Rugged Road to Taxqueña

by Tyler on October 27, 2014 · 0 comments

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Our destination – Tepoztlán, the mountainous magic town of Morelos, Mexico.

I know it is coming. Sweat beads on my forehead, my hands are clammy, and I am surely a pallid shade of green.

The bus lumbers its way into Mexico City, sloshing and jerking towards Taxqueña, the southern station that opens to the Mexican state of Morelos.

Three hours and two minutes after leaving Querétero far to the north, the bus mercifully pulls into the 29th lane of the station. I grab my backpack, mumble gracias to a passenger who defers to me.

I step off the bus, set down my backpack, tell AliSun to watch it and proceed to throw up in the parking spot next to our bus.

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PHOTO POST from San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico…

Indigenous tribes travel from far and near to celebrate San Miguel Day…
A truly vibrant, colorful and heart expansive gathering it was, weaving together and celebrating the bountiful blessings upon Mother Earth.

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Domingo en San Miguel de Allende

by Tyler on September 15, 2014 · 0 comments

It is Sunday, like any other late summer Sunday. The Jardín in el centro de San Miguel is buzzing. Babies coo and cry, toddlers wobble. Tweens gorge on chicharrónes – pork rinds in plastic bags full of salsa. Young adults flirt and steal kisses while others preen looking for dates. Adults window-shop and drink micheladas while grandparents find a shady place to sit. Giant mojigangas, or cartonerías, work the crowd, as people pass a coin or two through a sternum slot and pose for a photo.

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A life long DREAM initially stirred and cultivated

in the sanctuary of my heart many moons ago, now finds me in the heart of Mexico on this powerful SUPERMOON. Tyler and I arrived here in the beautiful city of San Miguel de Allende just under a week ago. While San Miguel is known for its turista friendly city, filled with expats and travelers, the heartbeat of the Mexican culture is very much alive and vibrant, here.

As I sit and write to you from the hip organic cafe and market, Via Organica, I feel a smile bubbling from the outer corners of my lips, stirring a passion in my heart. Reflecting on the initial planting for this abundant harvest once set in the stars decades ago, I bring my awareness now to the momnet of which it all birthed.

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