Standing in the Sky

The blue was expansive. It felt like I was at the beach and I could simply wade into the sky. After trekking 2 miles in the humid jungle and climbing 166 steps, I was a the top of tower four of the lost city of Tikal. The feeling was both fierce and gentle. Even my eyelashes felt alive.

Maybe you know the feeling that a physical place can create. A place that expands, relaxes and rejuvenates you. A place that erases trivial worries. A place that causes your soul to ask, “How did it get here?”

Some of you feel it in Yosemite. Some of you feel it at Tahoe and in Maui. Some of you feel it looking at the Pacific. I have never felt it as strongly as in the lost city of Tikal.

Built by the Mayans, these huge temple towers dwarf the TransAmerica Pyriamd. Their engineering and construction, a supernatural phenomenon. Their abandonment, a mystery.

Standing on top of the living quarters in the large compound, my legs shook with energy. This place felt familiar.

The existence of the soul is unprovable. It’s journey unmapable. Sacred literature differs on its destination. But if the soul lives in more than one physical body, and has more than one lifetime, mine recognized this place. I came back to a place I’d never been before. Images of another time swirled around me. Color, movement, activity. Familiar. A part of me knew what life was like here. Perhaps that explains my connection with, and love for Guatemala.

Perhaps I’m just crazy--- and that explains it all.

Either way, I love the way I felt here. On top of the clouds. In the Jungle. Wrapped in humidity and self-acceptance.

The pictures and notes will take you step-by-step through the experience of Tikal I had in this life.


More blogs coming,

Adios,

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