passing by

I want to let myself go. I want to wake up in the cradle of nature and drown in its wisdom I want to walk barefooted and let Pacha Mama enter my soul, be my soul I want to feel the breeze in my bosom so it opens as flowering petals I want the whispers of ancestors and birds to become my consciousness I want to see the anima of life and take communion with plants and animals alike Hear the pounding of our hearts in unison! I want the power of nature to overcome everything I can’t Bring hurricanes, erupting volcanoes, snowfalls! Just drag me into you. So I can be myself.

Just started the semester last week. It was waking up from a fairy tale, getting off that plane all the way from Kenya and see that everything was grey in NY and I was alone... again. I am reliving Kenya through typing up the journal I hand-wrote there. Listening to Chopin, craving for tea and just writing... living, missing something that does not really belong to me or was even used to... I guess Kenya felt somewhat like Ecuador, actual home... lands of contrast... the beautiful mixed with the disastrous, hunger+green green landscapes, green as the color of love and smiles that reminded me that there is an actual reason for hope