I think I can trace back the beginning of this adventure to my beloved Lago Atitlan, the deepest lake in Central America, found in the HIghlands of Guatemala. It's is a breathtakingly beautiful lake surrounded by small towns and volcanoes. There is said to be an ancient Mayan city sitting at the bottom of the lake.
It is here that I was first blessed by a saint named Maximon who is said to have black magic. I asked him for guidance on my new path. Enlightenment. Peace in my heart. Love. A few days later I climbed to the top of a mountain with a Mayan shaman, a loco Guatemalteco who somehow tracked me down from the other side of Guatemala, and a shy coyote dog. I was again blessed, but this time it was with the power of white magic. And again I asked for guidance, enlightenment, peace and love. One week later I was in magical San Marcos taking my first foot reflexology course, working on beautiful, dirty hippie feet.
Fast forward 14 months, and I have only one month left of a year-long massage therapy program. It has been one of the most intense, amazing, fascinating and frustrating years of my life. I have been seeing San Marcos in my mind's eye every day as of late. Something truly shifted in my heart, mind and spirit in my time spent there. I think anyone who has spent any amount of time there will tell you the same thing. I feel so fortunate that that it has led me to this point in my life, where I will now have the opportunity to help people live healthier, happier lives. Then if you add travel, photography, and endless amounts of love into the mix, I truly cannot think of a better way to spend my time on earth.
Gracias.
