Tlazocamati Ometeo for another year and this year the beginning of the First Night of the Ninth Wave of the Mayan calendar. May we all begin to nurture the seeds we have planted as we grow more conscious of who we are and how we walk for the Greater Good.
As the years have progressed I have taken the tradition, (as soon to be Doña Sabrina) that I will celebrate for several days and will eventually take the entire month. Why? Because it is an honor to live another year and be given the opportunity to grow on my journey. To have been given the courage and spirit to fire walk and exchange life’s lessons with others on this journey. To have been given the love that flows from my mouth and hands to tell the stories in words and cloth so that they may not be lost. And be given the privilege to clear the path where possible so that those that follow will be closer, as the elders have done before me. So as this year approached I once again prepared to shed my skin. I sang to the silver moon, cleansed myself with the sweet scent of copal, sweet grass, and sage and now have begun another year on my journey.