Coming to Mexico was my fallback plan if I couldn’t work where I was living in Spring Valley, Arizona. My Social Security wasn’t enough to live on there, but my attempts at office work and substitute teaching while recovering from uterine cancer, after the subsequent hysterectomy, chemotherapy and radiation, were all spectacular failures on my part.
I made the decision to move to Mexico, though, not so much as a practical survival measure, but in reaction to Trump’s aerial attack on Syria in April. I’d had enough. I needed a break from the militarism, authoritarianism, clasaism, sexism, ageism and divisive politics in the U.S. I tried to make the best of my reduced circumstances, but it didn’t feel like I was fully living.
At first, after reading expat blogs in Mexico, I decided to go to Uruapan in Michoacan. At the last minute, though, I found out about a housesitting position in nearby Patzcuaro, and decided to take it. What I found in Patzcuaro was almost idyllic, a small town where I could walk everywhere, and wouldn’t need a car.
The housesitting position caring for two dogs, two cats, and a yard was okay at first, but turned into a nightmare as the dogs escaped four times, and the younger cat disappeared a few times that last week, too. I decided that housesitting was not for me.
However, I had met a local woman who said she was renting rooms, and we worked out a deal where I have been renting a room in her large antique house with a dozen bedrooms, two inner courtyards, and thick adobe walls. I’m sitting in the dining room right now, because there is a good Internet connection here.
This is a blog that I’ve had for a few years now that I inherited from my son, but I don’t like the layout. I may start a new theme for this travel blog in Mexico.
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Born Otober 11, 1953 in Lansing, Michigan, U.S.A. My entire life, my major interests have been reading, studying, and writing. I also like traveling, singing, taking photos, and conversing with people. I have always been interested in the news and what is happening in the world. My inner life and being in nature are also important to me.
I'm a nomad, moving from one place to the next, experiencing the good and bad of different locales. I've lived by the sea, in the desert, in the mountains, in large cities and in rural areas. I can't say what I like best; each place has something special, although preference is to live next to water, if possible.
I am a tree lover. I really see trees; you might my even say I worship them. It seems most of the photos that I take are of trees. I have been developing my ability to communicate on a telepathic level with animals, trees, and even people. My primary profession for the past 24 years has been teaching ESL. I have also worked as an executive assistant, legal secretary, and temporary administrative assistant.
In my avocations over the past decade, I have worked unceasingly as a political activist and lightworker. I more or less follow the shaman's path with dreams, ceremonies, gemstone healing and sound healing, communicating with spirit, and visioning. I call myself a peace visionary, but wrestle with my own tendency towards emotional violence that gets expressed in anger and rage. More and more, it seems, I find people's behavior towards each other and our planet intolerable. I often feel extremely alienated, but I understand that my exquisite sensitivity to the energy field, while making me more vulnerable, also makes it possible for me to tune into the heart of what's going on and to get the bigger picture.
My viewpoint has been shaped by many forces, both inner and outer... by my students learning English, my friends from many different countries, my language studies and travels, living in other countries, my interests and studies, which are many and varied, including science and technology, economics, international politics, alternative energy and building techniques, architecture, art, music, history, feminism, the oceans, environmentalism, esoteric studies, literature, Asian culture, etc.
I am single, I suppose by choice, although not always. It would seem that I have been repeatedly unlucky in love. If I am to have any dignity in my old age, I must resign myself to an ebb and flow in this regard, it would seem, although I would prefer a constant partner. I yearn for a constant partner, but like all yearning, it peaks and lessens, and sometimes entirely subsides.
Despite never having married, I had the wonderful good fortune to have a son at the end of my 32nd year. Raising him as a single mother was never easy, but I had great joy along the way watching him grow and go through all of the stages of becoming a man. I have never been prouder of anyone than I have been of my son.
When I was younger, it was so important for me to be independent; but, of course, I never really was. Then it was freedom that I really valued, but nobody is truly free in our world. Now, I suppose, I want to better understand how interdependent we all are, and to flow with what that really means in a graceful, open way.
