Stones can speak, yes they can. And they spoke this morning at the ruins near the town of Copan Ruinas. Massive buildings, extraordinary energy and intent. Several hundred years of building, ruling, processions, ball games, ceremonies, maintaining the world iteself. The Mayan descendants still live. The stones hold the real secrets.
Maybe the macaws that live there will tell me about it someday, but more likely, if I listen more carefully, I will be able to hear the stones speak more clearly.
I thrive on travel. I love to put myself in situations that knock me in the head, shake me up, force me to bless the moment of misunderstanding or of revelation. These times come easily when I travel. I've wandered India, Central America, and Southeast Asia, and I am thankful to the hundreds of people along the way who have eased my passage, delighted my senses, touched my heart. I love to share these journeys, because these special moments are not just for me, but for my friends, family, and vicarious travelers alike. I shall do my best to embrace and convey the experiences that on some le... full info