Peru

looking down into machu pichu 

from trail to the old inca bridge
the city of machu pichu

where the water dances with the cosmos

there is an aspect of my life that i have been sidling up to and then shying away from for years and this year,  in Feb., i went on a journey to Peru and this aspect of my life, that is very difficult to articulate, seems to have burst open. 

 this thing i'm unable to express has everything to do with light but  I'm still looking for the words to describe this specifically rather than the vague exclamations of how amazing the trip was and what exactly opened up in my life but still after all this time the words seem like soap bubbles .  they rise and float and pop when i try to catch them leaving a faint residue in my palm.   the residue is just a ring of cliches.  you know like i was in awe...machu pichu is a place of tremendous power... it was a life changing experience... blah blah blah.  On top of this crisis of the cliches,  i also have a tendency to speak in exclamation marks and so my enthusiasm manages to diminish the explanation even further.   yes,  the words are already spiraling  and so i will leave this all  alone and post the images. 

 

these images,  taken with a toy pinhole camera,  (a pinholga which can be wildly inaccurate and absolutely perfect all at once,)  come far closer to how i felt in the experience of being that close to the sun.  surrounded by light.   invited into a culture that still walks in two worlds,  that of the earth bound and that of the sacred.