The commitment of a weekly blog brings on a certain amount of pressure. While there’s no one with a gun to my head, I feel an internal pull to produce. It’s also been a habit I’ve established for over four years. So here goes…
The pyramids of Dzibanché selfie with US visitor Harper, Lisa, her mom Alice and me.
Nope, I’ve got nothing this week. I’ve been happy and the weather’s been beautiful. Absolutely nothing interesting bubbled up this week in my middle-of-the-night musings, what do I blog about?
Giant palms. Note the human in bottom right corner.
Given the state of the U.S., it’s almost embarrassing to be filled with joy and gratitude for each day as it presents itself.
Majesty growing on a pyramid.
So I’ve decided to share the recent photos of amazing trees we saw while visiting local Mayan ruins with our friend and visitor, Harper. I admit it was her astute eye that grabbed my interest.
Trees have stories to tell if we take time to listen. These certainly are beautiful. I love the way their roots adapt to barriers. No fuss, just go around and in some cases, go through.
So if you’re feeling afraid, hopeless or disconnected, or happy and grateful, go hug a tree. They ask nothing of us, except maybe that we don’t destroy the planet.
DOS TORTAS
the adventures of dos tortas 
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