Under A Pink Moon – Dispatches from Oaxaca #1
The Muse Letter No. 183
“Change is interruption, if we could foresee what was going to happen, if we knew exactly what the outcome would be, it simply wouldn’t be change. It certainly would be something but it wouldn’t be change.”
I write it down quickly, so as not to forget, so as not to lose the thread in my head, the connection I’m trying to make. I’m sitting on the lounger I sit on every morning and most afternoons, basically anytime the mosquitoes haven’t conspired to eat me alive. The notebook has filled up quicker than I imagined, only a few more days and I have to say goodbye to the residency in the mountains of Oaxaca. Time moving through me, rapidly, twisting threads, I yearn for a machete to push everything into place.
“In Mesoamerican mythology there’s this idea that everyone’s life is hanging by a thread, that we are thrown into the world entangled with each other, that all our struggles and conflicts come from this entanglement, these knots, and that it is our purpos…