Finding place while traveling surely comes from finding place in yourself . This has been my struggle. After spending a few days in the state of Mexico and then one night over in Mexico City, I arrived to the state of Oaxaca, in the southern part of MX. Among the popular face of artisons crafts, mountainous landscapes and of course the famous moles and chocolates...I took a few days to really figure out why it was that I ended up in the city. Originally destined for a WWOOFer farm about 1-2 hr away, I fled early the morning after arrival due to the unkept, unhospitable and very gringo environment. Arriving in Oaxaca (almost two weeks ago now) I eventually found an organization run my Mary Knoll Lay folks named COMI that assists migrants coming from Central America up north to pursue better economic possibilities elsewhere. I realize now that working within a community whose primary goal it is to raise awareness about migration within Mexicowill serve to broaden my perspective on immigration work after arriving back home. As a good friend of mine likes to remind people, immigration is a natural phenomenom..........when in doubt, just ask the butterflies.
Hello you, way out there. I am glad to hear that you have, at least upon your writing at July 5 been finding a 'place.' I love this line: "finding place while traveling surely comes from finding it in yourself." From the way u are writing I can tell you are finding an echo of the place within. thanks, as always, for sharing your beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteYou have become quiet the graceful writer Erin.
ReplyDeleteI also really appreciate the line above that Llora mentioned.
I think it is also helpful advice when moving somewhere new.