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April In The Agave Garden
Looking Back Six Months Ago . . . Part Three
The Agave Garden on the grounds of Templo de Santo Domingo de Guzman, is my favorite spot in Oaxaca. In truth, this sacred garden is my personal refuge.
I have visited the Agaves here on at least a weekly basis since arriving in Oaxaca. I come here for solace. I come here to pray, to commune with these living beings. And I always make portraits of these ancient souls. These portraits are my humble homage to them, and to their teachings.
I can’t really say why they speak to me so, they just do. And I listen, always. I am certain they were significant in past lives. Perhaps I was an Agave in a past life. I believe they are old friends of my soul.
These are old plants, and they have the scars to prove it. Many of them have lower leaves that are decaying, showing the signs of age. Yet most have new growth on display above the scars and decay.
They remind me that even this aging mind and body of my own, are capable of new growth. I may not be growing much new hair on my head, though my mind and heart are quite aware of new growth and learning.
