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Tulum, Mexico
31 MarTo me this picture means pure relaxation. It was the last day of a much-needed vacation and I was lying in the shade with my feet up against a palm tree, looking out at the sea, the horizon. Around me, only sand and the ocean.
Looks very relaxing indeed! 
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Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
29 Marperson: Barbra Brady, yoga teacher, writer, curator
place: Prana del Mar, wellness center and yoga retreat, just north of Cabo San Lucas, Baja, Mexico, March 2011
story: Meditating on my feet, the desert beach beyond them, the vast Pacific, and just how extraordinary it was to feel so present, calm, content and me. It is very rare that I relax enough just to put my feet up and gaze/laze/hover above a nap on a week day…who knows what day it was, or time? The days unfolded like perfections of a dream…and there I was. One of the most magical weeks of my life.
Looks just about perfect!
Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
22 MarHere is Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. “Infinity Toes” Girls weekend at my BFFs home in Cabo.
Great shot, looks fantastic there!
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Cabo San Lucas, Baja California, Mexico
9 MarMy buddy thinks I’m getting too old to jump kick… Well Fitz, as the kids are saying these days: In your eye!
You show ‘em, Ninja Dude!
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Cozumel, Mexico
27 FebDay 1, Thursday
Ninety registered guests attended the Florida Romance Writers Cruise with your Muse conference aboard the RCCL ship Liberty of the Seas. We boarded easily, getting right onto the ship after parking and checking our luggage at Port Everglades. Upstairs at the Windjammer Buffet, we ate lunch and waved to fellow FRWers who’d already arrived. We checked into our cabin and then set out to explore the ship. This is a beautifully appointed ship of the fleet with its traditional interior Promenade, ice skating rink, and usual bars and lounges. Downstairs at the conference center, we picked up our registration materials. Then we hustled to the lifeboat drill before departure time. At 5:00pm, we met our conference shipmates at a Welcome Aboard party in the Sphinx lounge on deck five. The editors and agents shared industry news and writing tips.
Day 3
Saturday, we arrived at Cozumel. My husband and I took a taxi into town for $8.00 each way. Even though I had vowed not to buy anything, I ended up with a pair of earrings, rum cakes, and Mexican vanilla. That evening, we went to the show on the ship. The entertainer was a magician who kept the audience laughing.
Nancy J. Cohen, Sandra Madden, Carol Stephenson.
Sounds like there may have been a lot of inspiration along the way!
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Guanajuato,Mexico
25 FebWinding cobble stone streets, tunnels with stone arches, stairs up narrow alleyways, jovial minstrels in traditional costumes leading walking parties late into the night. And, perhaps most importantly, Spanish lessons. (Finally, I know.)
I spent just a little less than two weeks in Guanajuato, a former mining city full of tunnels. Getting around Guanajuato can be a physical exercise what with the numerous stairs as well as a mental one trying to figure out which way to turn to. I felt a bit like I was in a stone wall maze the whole time I was there… in a good way. Didn’t do too much. One afternoon, I lay on a park bench and read the whole afternoon.
The sun can be brutal there, but looks like you found a good spot for a sort of siesta.
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Oaxaca, Mexico
22 FebThe Guelaguetza or Los Lunes del Cerro (Mondays on the Hill). The heart of the festival is on top of the Hill called Fortín overlooking the city center of Oaxaca. The word Guelaguetza means “offering” in the Zapotec language, this is a celebration in which representatives from the many communities of Oaxaca come together and celebrate the diversity of their traditions as a thank you and offering.
And here is the post.
Fantastic shots!
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Palenque, Mexico
19 FebFor the end of the Mayan calendar, the solstice or whatever you’d like to call it, I flew up to Mexico to meet my sister, my moon sisters and to be close to where it all started.
The Rainbow family (otherwise known as hippies by all the normal people) were having a gathering close to Palenque, an impressive Mayan site for the event. We decided this would be a great idea too…
Wonderful shot, bet it was a great experience!
Checkout the whole post at Quizas Que Si !
Chiapas, Mexico
12 FebA picture from my archive taken in 1998 when I was doing research into medicinal plant use and animal health practices among the Tzotzil indians in Chiapas (Mexico).
Nice shot, sounds like you might have learned some interesting and useful things.
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Piedra Rahada Morelos, Mexico
31 Janthis is the poem that inspired the tat, These Green Going to Yellow, by Marvin Bell.
This year,
I’m raising the emotional ante,
putting my face
in the leaves to be stepped on,
seeing myself among them, that is;
that is, likening
leaf-vein to artery, leaf to flesh,
the passage of a leaf in autumn
to the passage of autumn,
branch-tip and winter spaces
to possibilities, and possibility
to God. Even on East 61st Street
in the blowzy city of New York,
someone has planted a gingko
because it has leaves like fans like hands,
hand-leaves, and sex. Those lovely
Chinese hands on the sidewalks
so far from delicacy
or even, perhaps, another gender of gingko–
do we see them?
No one ever treated us so gently
as these green-going-to-yellow hands
fanned out where we walk.
No one ever fell down so quietly
and lay where we would look
when we were tired or embarrassed,
or so bowed down by humanity
that we had to watch out lest our shoes stumble,
and looked down not to look up
until something looked like parts of people
where we were walking. We have no
experience to make us see the gingko
or any other tree,
and, in our admiration for whatever grows tall
and outlives us,
we look away, or look at the middles of things,
which would not be our way
if we truly thought we were gods.
I’m raising the emotional ante,
putting my face
in the leaves to be stepped on,
seeing myself among them, that is;
that is, likening
leaf-vein to artery, leaf to flesh,
the passage of a leaf in autumn
to the passage of autumn,
branch-tip and winter spaces
to possibilities, and possibility
to God. Even on East 61st Street
in the blowzy city of New York,
someone has planted a gingko
because it has leaves like fans like hands,
hand-leaves, and sex. Those lovely
Chinese hands on the sidewalks
so far from delicacy
or even, perhaps, another gender of gingko–
do we see them?
No one ever treated us so gently
as these green-going-to-yellow hands
fanned out where we walk.
No one ever fell down so quietly
and lay where we would look
when we were tired or embarrassed,
or so bowed down by humanity
that we had to watch out lest our shoes stumble,
and looked down not to look up
until something looked like parts of people
where we were walking. We have no
experience to make us see the gingko
or any other tree,
and, in our admiration for whatever grows tall
and outlives us,
we look away, or look at the middles of things,
which would not be our way
if we truly thought we were gods.
Great poem!
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Cozumel, Quintana Roo, Mexico
12 JanI was standing on a beach in Cozumel. The Caribbean Sea so clear and blue it left me speechless. I stood there, with my face to the sun, eyes closed. I listened to the laughter of the other people, roar of the surf and felt such peace. I knew I was in my element. I didn’t want to go home; wanted to make the sea the place I live, laugh and love.
Beautiful story and shot!
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Playa del Carmen, Mexico
6 JanI can’t help but stare out at this beautiful beach in front of me and think about how lucky I am to be in this amazing paradise with not single thought, worry, responsibility or anything else, that should bother me. Sometimes when we remove ourselves from the reality of our daily lives, it forces us to think from an uninterrupted perspective. What does it mean to be happy? What is true happiness?
Good questions, must book trip to beach!
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