Pagan Crosses

Among the elements, church walls, dimming sun, wind blown shurbs, softening rain........Accompanied by colorful music and smacking feet: people dance through the city streets and honor their faith, their solidarity, their love for what a roboso wrapped baby or a song or a cross represents. In the light of christ and god alike: both nurshed by mother's milk. In the peace of calm-identity and within the force of unity, life is honored with a pagan cross.

July 5th in Oaxaca

Today, election day. Folks in the street, fireworks, and movement everywhere. This coming week will mark my third week volunteering with COMI: El Centro de Orientacion de Migrantes de Oaxaca. This past week, we had 9 migrants arrive...from El Salvador, Honduras and Nicaragua. All heading north in search of economic stability and a way to support their families that depend on them. One of the 9 is a young women, five months pregnant. Her plan is to risk travel to the border of MX (hoping to avoid the kidnappers, theives, migration and currupt police on the way) and then walk three days to the other side. Keep Carol in your hearts.