A Pilgrimage To The Agave Gardens

A Weekly Journey That Feeds My Heart, My Soul

“Mature Agave With Scars As Witness” — Image by Author

The dictionary on my iPhone defines pilgrimage as . . . 1. A journey to a sacred place or shrine. 2. A long journey or search, especially one of exalted purpose or moral significance.

This morning I went on my weekly pilgrimage to the Agave Gardens, on the Santo Domingo Cathedral grounds. I woke this morning knowing it would be the destination for my morning walk with Joni, my camera. She loves the Agaves and energy there as much as I do.

I am not a church going man in the tradition sense. Since I arrived in Oaxaca, this garden has become my home for spiritual nourishment. It suits my heart.

“Remains of the Day” — Image by Author

Much like this Agave arm holds the souls of Poinciana blossoms, this garden holds my own soul. I too have my scars. The Spirit of the Agave is the balm my soul calls out for.

In this garden my soul is soothed, nourished, replenished. I walk away renewed. Ready to begin another new week. It is the bedrock of my practice.