Week One: The Unfolding of Paxanax
Guest post by Debra Blake
There is nothing more remarkable or mysterious than the unfolding of one’s life. I wasn’t expecting to come to Guatemala this year, but life reveals itself in its own way and I find myself living on the edge of this beautiful lake with a volcano staring me in the face first thing when I rise in the morning.
Living in this paradise, alone among new friends (even for the brief time I’ve been here so far), has more deeply grounded me in what I’ve probably always known and strengthened what I’ve learned.
There is no peeking around the corner of the future. Everything comes in its own time. I did not expect to be here, yet here I am.
Beauty matters: it makes everything just a bit easier.
Whole, healthy people thrive on even the smallest comforts of community. We all crave interaction with the natural world and with each other, and even brand new friends make the strangest places feel like home.
People are people, and life is life. I am no longer the teenage backpacker gawking at all I was freshly discovering. Now I simply know that the Maya women weave and wear their beautiful huipils and yet they are my sisters, that the volcanoes are as comforting to me as a Michigan oak tree, and that frijoles nourish me much as my grandmother’s chicken soup.
Life is life, and people are people.
Home is where I lay my head.
I am amused, amazed and grateful to be here, to witness where my life has taken me. I am already changed by the experience, much as I retain my own essence, and I will change the experience of those around me.
Paxanax, this little rocky, hilly town where Villa Sumaya was created and thrives, is warm, welcoming and wonderful, that I know. Its beauty feeds, cradles and soothes my curious mind, my physical sensibilities and my expanding heart.
Because it is sweet, because it is here, and because it is now. And now.