ST121 ... Moving into old age upon Mexican-Streets
In the North Country many are hidden away in their homes, cars, mobile chairs or elder reserves.
Moving into old age upon Mexico; could be worse, could be better. In the North Country many are hidden away in their homes, cars, mobile chairs or elder reserves. Here, you see more of them, the old ones, on the street, in the parks. Gives you a feeling of relief, at times, knowing you are not alone and so many are in situations that you would not want to suffer. Unlike many of my friends past and gone, i have no equity, a meager pension and a life of photographs and writings disintegrating in Ontario, British Columbia, and now, Mexico. I am not complaining, am i? It was the way the cards fell. It was not without an enormous effort to live creatively and also succeed financially.
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I avoid the xpats and gringos as much as possible. Nothing against them for the most part…. just prefer solitude and recording in words and images. Mostly, here, Mexicans in general are much more receptive into communicating. I know that the whole earth is filled with baby bloomers approaching the end of the line. I am one of them. Many have already left, half of my friends and relatives are already out there, somewhere. Me, I am still in here in the streets of the world, watching. Of course, i'd give anything at times just to slip back into my younger body, keep my older more mature brain and wrap my mind around the air of the times……….. but no, no thanks. This world is much too crazy for the likes of me…. but, but, so much beauty… everywhere, under the seats, over the shoulders, in the sky, the earth, it’s relentless.
The old know; every morning there may be a new pain to overcome, a new challenge to devour, a situation to set aside, a form to surrender to the vast unknown, or some beauty welcoming a heart into itself. Thank god i decided to look after the body i was given at my mid age realizing there is nothing more important than ones health. So here i sit thousands of miles from my home land in a relatively healthy body moving towards the end of the line feeling successful in a strange sort of way.
I never bought into the conventional health pharma-world of bad drugs and bandaged conclusions (for the most part) as so many had. I watch them in their deranged bodies and minds full of beliefs from jesus to pink rock and roll and drastic thought doomed to die. I am not above, below, aside, within, without. I am just doing my best to rise and fall as time dictates….. avoiding anything that doesn’t end up in mystery.
There is no telling what is about to proceed in this world, whom may perform the next manoeuvre of major deceit and destruction against the heart and soul of humanity. People waiting for a savior from science to the word of the lord. I wait for nothing but the day to unfold. It is a miracle, this day, the immense beauty surrounding…….. but don't be fooled, be aware, there are devils in the midst.
The streets to the underworld, the dark side, are paved with black tar and disappearing shadows and true unreal realities…. and beauty.
Most people want to fly around in the light all day, they have forgotten their roots began from a seed in the dark. ‘Fly high but dig deep’…. .
Moving towards the end is strange in a strange sort of way. Nothing much left to figure out, move along the best you can, keep busy, but not too busy to miss the day……empty the mind often and see clear, for no reason, everyone has an enormous burden, so help when you can…. that’s my thought for the day, time for a nap.
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