5.27.2011

the beginning of the beginning

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.   






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