Saturday, July 15, 2006
Teotihuacan Part I
So, I had posted a bunch of photos from Teotihuacan on Sunday. A good start. And for some reason, blogger decided to cough it into the trash can. So I have to start again.
But in a way, that's okay because I had to start over.
Kurt came to Mexico City on Thursday. On Friday I found out my father had a heart attack and probably wouldn't live through the weekend. On Saturday Kurt, our driver Jesus, and my work colleague, Paddy, and I went to Teotihuacan.
On Sunday night, my father died.
Teotihuacan is a powerful, beautiful place. The main road through it is called "Calle de los Muertos" or the Street of the Dead. It felt right to be in such an ancient place while thinking of my father leaving this world. While sitting atop the Pyramid of the Moon and gazing toward the Pyramid of the Sun, my colleague Paddy took this photo:
And I'm so glad he did as it is a great memory of that time. Of this time and place. Thank you for the photo, Paddy.
I was looking from the moon to the sun. From the dark side of the moon to the bright sun, the future, the light. The past will always be there, my father will always be there but the future, the light is a magnetic, wonderful force, drawing me closer to all my hopes and dreams and desires.
I climbed the Moon but I didn't climb the Sun. It is not quite time yet. Since I was in a limbo -- waiting for news about Dad -- it didn't feel right to climb the Sun. But now, the limbo is over and I will go again and climb it and look out, past the Calle de los Muertos and revel in my bright bright future.
But in a way, that's okay because I had to start over.
Kurt came to Mexico City on Thursday. On Friday I found out my father had a heart attack and probably wouldn't live through the weekend. On Saturday Kurt, our driver Jesus, and my work colleague, Paddy, and I went to Teotihuacan.
On Sunday night, my father died.
Teotihuacan is a powerful, beautiful place. The main road through it is called "Calle de los Muertos" or the Street of the Dead. It felt right to be in such an ancient place while thinking of my father leaving this world. While sitting atop the Pyramid of the Moon and gazing toward the Pyramid of the Sun, my colleague Paddy took this photo:
And I'm so glad he did as it is a great memory of that time. Of this time and place. Thank you for the photo, Paddy.
I was looking from the moon to the sun. From the dark side of the moon to the bright sun, the future, the light. The past will always be there, my father will always be there but the future, the light is a magnetic, wonderful force, drawing me closer to all my hopes and dreams and desires.
I climbed the Moon but I didn't climb the Sun. It is not quite time yet. Since I was in a limbo -- waiting for news about Dad -- it didn't feel right to climb the Sun. But now, the limbo is over and I will go again and climb it and look out, past the Calle de los Muertos and revel in my bright bright future.
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