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  • We are this crazy bunch in Grupo Visión: a man with severe Parkinson´s Disease, a young blind man and his anthropologist sister, a psychologist, a pediatrician, whose husband - also a pediatrician - suffers from Multiple Sclerosis, a boy, who was born with water in his brains, a young blind psychologist, a painter, whose father was my patient and died of a brain - tumor, another young psychologist, a young mother who suffers from bad Glaucoma, a lady my age, who just survived a delicate neurological disease, my friend Javier, a biologist and teacher of how to accompany the mourning and dying, a retired judge from NY, who spends her winters here, a young psychologist, who does therapy using horses and she just lost a baby, her husband, who is a gardener, a botanist, who has a nearly blind mother, an acupuncturist, whose boy - friend uses a wheel - chair, a computer - hacker and single father of the boy, who was born with the handicap of liquid in his brains, a Canadian teacher of Japanese and Chinese here in town and his wife, a Korean painter, who can survise many weeks of not eating or drinking by just meditating.....

    ... and I, but I am not in the photograph, because I was taking it and you know me a bit anyways.

    Last Sunday we went on a day - excursion to Potaltik, 20 hectars of barren land, which the owners and my friend Christel have transformed not exactly in a Findhorn - Garden, but something close. If you are a believer or not: you start expecting visualizing fairies at any moment. They are rescuing orchids and bromelyads from the land surrounding Potaltik, where indigenous campesinos fell trees and consider them just to be dead wood to make money with and orchids and other gorgepous stuff growing on these trees seems nothing but trash to them - very contrary to our romantic beliefs about indigenous cultures worldwide.

    Synchronicity: two days later my Danish friends Susanne Andres and Ole Ry, gave us a talk about the Findhorn - Community in Northern Scotland which had so much caught my attention when I used to be a young kind - of - a - hippie. Susanne and Ole are well - known breath and body - work - therapists, who travel the world and now are also Findhorn - residents. I love them, I admire and adore them, but when they talk about hearing voices of fairies or spirits, I am just not sure. It was interesting to hear about the SOCIOCRACY they try to implant in Findhorn to manage decision - making, a method similar to how OCCUPY WALLSTREET works and which I still have many questions about.

    Synchronicity: the following day - yesterday - my friend Jane from a much less famous and smaller but much older community - Celo - in North Carolina visited me. I asked her more questions having been inspired by the Findhorn - talk a day earlier. The Celo - community also tries to keep the land intact, recycles, explores alternative energies and building styles, has a school and many common social activities. It was founded by Arthur Morgan, the father of my friend Jenifer Morgan, who also lives there, in the 1920ies.

    Do I want to go to Celo or Findhorn now? Strangely I am discovering that NO, I do not need to. I think these communities are great, but I feel that MY place is right here in this exciting and often despairing chaotic wild community of my old little town in Southeastern Mexico.

    I am challenged and fascinated with this fairy - talk now, though. As my son commented yesterday: " Ma, if I really could see or hear a fairy, it would be so absolutely great, so wonderful, my whole outlook on life would change, I would feel safe in the universe!" We remembered how when he was 10 - he will be 36 now - he was sure he had seen fairies at the river behind our house.

    I have to remember Rocío a woman from the high high society in Mexico - City, who I met a few years ago. She claimed to be in contacts with little lights, orbs, which appeared whenever she looked through her camera lense. These were loving spirits to her. I kind of thought she was out there, but then I met her and she talked about her life in a family filled by a terrible genetic disease and how she accompanied the dying and her little fairy - orbs helped her help and I felt her light and her love and dropped all my judgement.

    I am resolved to sit more in my own not very special but pleasant garden from now on and be open to any orb or light or fairy or loving voice that might want to break through to my clogged - up brains...

    Photography by Kiki
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