Where There Is Fire

There were dreams where I chose between happiness and sadness, my own advice could not stop me from feeling. Allowing myself to surrender to the cries of the Mayan Jungle, where the future meets the past. To heal I had to share all my whereabouts. The worries in my mind were expressed through laughter and a short cry. I developed an idea that brought my ancestors into the light, near the fire. A great source of energy — Abuelo Fuego.

The wood burning told me stories of finding the spirit’s joy, by turning in all the burden and sorrow. Specialty and sovereignty focusing on the source of it all…