Dreamy Skies, Sling-Shots, Marbles and Taking-Out the Trash

Moon Mama, and Baby

This week has been slow. No births and a lot of time around the house. Carolina and I made strawberry-cream and cinnamon-coconut popsicles, which she will sell to the neighborhood kids for 1Q, but I get to have for free. I've been lying out on the roof, with a bag of corn cobs for a pillow, enjoying the sun (trying to reverse my ugly sandal tan), eating helado-pops and feeling generally content. 

Jelvir and Kevin have been running out the door slingshots in hand, as soon as it grows dark. They asked me to come with one night (they may have just been using me for my headlamp) to look for parrots. I was happy to join, before I knew that trying to kill the birds with rocks was the purpose of the outing. I was expecting parrots, but they are just these tiny targets of white, high up in the tree. They haven't killed any yet, much to their disappointment. Kevin insists they taste delicious, "just put the parrot in some boiling water and eat it, it's really good!" But his mom says, she won't be cooking pajaros for us anytime soon.

Sunday I am going to ride horses in the campo with Jelvir and Carolina is going to speak with the director of the school, because I may teach some english classes there--which would be exciting, but also nerveracking. This coming week is a new moon and Dona Eulalia predicts births. We have eight this month, so I am savoring the calm and the full-nights of sleep.

I have been experimenting with these photo collages, during my down time. Feeling the need to make more art, and actually appreciating the lack of supplies. Limited options-- feels like freedom.

Tres Cruces y Coca-Cola 

The First Cry, Conejos and Mayan Gods in the Clouds.

Throwing the trash down the shoot. This is exactly how I imagine the hole that Alice falls through; deep, dark and you can't even begin to see the bottom.

I commiserated with the barista of the fast-food chain Cafe, about having to listen to Jewel and others on repeat and now he loves me.

Most of the art sold in the market is the same sort of crowd pleasing stuff, so this painting really stood out--strange, eery and sort of grotesque. Wish I had gotten a clearer photo. I can't stop looking at it.