Now I am getting up and it is still dark, it is cooler (not cool it is never cool well maybe 3 days in December and yes I do wear a sweater.) I am seeing a very different Tabasco, and guess what I am falling in love with her more.
I have often talked with friends about how I see the Goddess of the land here. She is young and vibrant full of life and fun and yet there is an ageless wisdom with her. You catch her voice as she runs through the mango trees. You taste her sweet lips in the Pitaya, and you can’t help but love her. She is always just so close to you, and yet always a few steps away. You feel her breath on the back of your neck and when you turn she is off again. Now in the morning just before the sun comes up I go outside with a glass of juice and just sit with her. Now in the mornings she is not running not playing she is sitting waiting, waiting for you to just be with her. This is her wisdom. This is her time to speak. As the crickets sing their last song you hear her voice. She tells me yes it is hard yes it is difficult and yes the sun her burns like hell but trust me and you will never want.
I am seeing now the deeper magic of this place a magic only really known to the few who still work the land here. That being out there in the darkness and just being with her. Trusting that those seeds in just a few short weeks will bring forth a crop. Knowing the papaya plant will be heavy with her breast like fruits and knowing this all comes from a deep trust in her.
There is a deep sadness in her voice in these early mornings, the sadness of a deep loss. The loss of local culture, the loss of land, the destruction of her life blood the waterways. And yet still she comes and tells us trust me and be with me I will provide. Yes Tabasco is my home and my love and it was in this journey far from my native land that I found myself. I found the Gods and found out about life.