Guanajuato Day 15

Last day of classes and a brief afternoon outing to one of the mines where we descend into one of the hand picked tunnels and imagine waht it was like to haul 60 kilos of rocks on your back up ladders made from tree trunks. It´s always a good reminder of what humans are capable of when under the yoke of slavery or necessity or religion as we witness in the incredible church across the street from the mine´s entrance. I think of what all that gold leaf on the filigree could do for a church´s ministry and sigh. I think christianity admonishes not worshipping idols but that´s what they all look like up there on the wall behind the altar, dripping in oro and beatific facial expressions. I do love the idea of church, and sanctuary, but wonder how much time, money and effort is spent in the administration of various religions, rather than the inner experience.

Moments here¨

teaching the grandaughter, Ferdie, how to play my flute. she gets the embouchure right away and produces a few notes, not an easy task on an open holed instrument

the three girls playing jump rope on the roof

Noah self wrestling on his bed with his luchador mask on

late night meals on the jardin watching the world go by

cups of elote, cilantro, chile, limon y sal on the street

the break of dawn with mist in the mountains

the hot sunny air after a day of rain

wet green cobblestones

orange walled churches

the chocolate used for their hot drink

the human buzz of city life

vendors with their wares

piles of figs on display