Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Monte Albán






Monte Albán was the ancient capital and holy city of "the Cloud People," the Zapotecs.  The Zapotecs did not have legends of migrating to Oaxaca from another place, they believed they descended from the clouds. And they believed that when they died they would return to the clouds. 


It was so peaceful walking around Monte Albán. I loved the softness of the grass and stone, the light rain, the tiny wildflowers. I was filled with quiet awe as I wandered alone through the remains of a once populated and powerful city. 


I climbed to the top of a long set of stairs leading to the sky. I listened to the wind and what was more than wind, finer than wind. A shimmering, glittery hum, a vibration. Vibration, the source of all things, like color, emotions, or a resting place.


The only difference between movement and sound is the velocity of the vibrations (It all takes place in the inner ear). Vibration creates a thought, a thought becomes a sound "Un boleto a Monte Albán, por favor," sound becomes movement, and before you know it, you are sitting at the gateway to the sky, spending your afternoon with the people in the clouds.

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