…that no matter any way one would observe…I am a dinasour and a bit out of my element. We were graciously invited to a concert last night in San Miguel by two really nice men from North of the Border who have been visiting for the last two months. The music event was diminished by the over-sized pretentiousness of the location. I have to be really honest in saying that because San Miguel has been discovered, we get to witness the doubled edged sword of gentrification. We are not allowed a sedative in this viewing experience but must be present and view with our dinasour eyes the clumsy carving of a once unique mountain town into a melting denizen of high ceilinged wasted space peopled by recipients of plastic surgery and questionable taste…ahhh…do I sound defeated? No…just kind of observant of the demystification of a once colonial gem by new moneyed interests from both sides of the border…so…am I and my kind headed for extinctiion? Yes, all things must pass…and one day, hopefully the Earth will prevail and win back her domain from humanity… and vines will grow through ruins and dinasour bones will point back to the Source of Mystery and Awe…
Anado, you are not defeated. Life and everything in it is cyclical. And this too shall pass. Given time, the intimate and magical music events will return to the smaller venues where they belong, and the plastic surgery loving tourists will arrive to the gated gaudy palace, spend a week listening to piped-in Mantovani while sunning on the pool deck sipping Casa Dragones tequila. Then they’ll go home and talk about their authentic Mexican experience. We’ll keep chowing on the 7 peso tacos and finding the magic of San Miguel, and each other. Keep the faith.
Abrazos-
T. Rex
Anado, dynasours are cool, especially if authentic and eccentric! As for the tight face ladies, I say oh well. So much was different when I first arrived here 16 years ago…….and so much will continue to change. What species dynasour is that, by the way? looks pretty cool. abrazos, wm.
William, I believe they call it an Apatosaurus…viva change in Mexico!
Dear One, the seeming demystification is only the contrast to the ever present story of change inherent in life itself.I honor you for being present to your values and your contribution through your lens of those values. I find after my demystification downers or defeatism’s that the contrast recognized innocently enhances the mystical to a greater experience. Thank you for bathing me in my delight of my own joy of the sensual mystic.