I’m dreaming Mexico – perhaps because I’m back in my fleece shawl this mid-May morning with the early temperature only in the 40s, and perhaps because in the end-of-semester chores we always clean the house and I dusted the little Mexican figures on the built-in corner shelves that came with our 1924-built stucco house, or because in yesterday’s photo post, I mentioned Durango.
In 1984, I went to Durango, Mexico to make a movie and fell in love – with light, with shadows, with a laughing, generous people, with mystery, and after going back to visit a couple of time, moved there in December of 1985. I didn’t know I was moving – I thought I was going for another visit to escape New York City and late December cold, but when it came time to return, I didn’t go back. Mexico’s pull is magic.
Here’s part of the magic – these are two little figures, each about an inch tall, and hand-crafted. How can human fingers do something so exquisitely detailed and so tiny?
This little box below is a 2″ x 1″ glass box with a mirror at the back and three little figures inserted into a glass tube and mounted in front of the mirror. As near as I can tell, it’s a dancing bull with a monkey and a — well, I’m not sure what. A toreador and sword? A hunter and a rifle? A laughing farmer and a pole to prod the bull? Maybe a broom to sweep up the glass when it breaks? If you can imagine what it is, please let me know!
I laughed a lot in Mexico. Everyone laughs a lot in Mexico – or at least they used to. Mexicans love to laugh, but I’m no longer sure the laughter is the same since the drug wars. It makes me sad to think of how the drug market in the U.S. and the lack of useful wages in Mexico created such a disaster.
And there you have a story of my life in miniature.
Mexico re-invented my understanding of the religious and spiritual at a fundamental level. I lived there three years, finally ending my ex-patriot sojourn because I had a six-month old grandson back in the States. Funny how family and love will change the course of a life! But Mexico taught me – and allowed me to experience – the in-dwelling spirit in a way that has remained with me.
So as you do your spring cleaning this year, look at the tiny things that changed your life. They may still carry the spirit that once called you to be who you are.