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The Darker Side of Central America


There are things I have not shared about my time in Latin America. Its dark. Maybe dark isn't exactly the right word. There is a spiritual heaviness that hovers over the mountains and the islands. You can feel it when you walk through the rain forests, or drive through the cloud forests, or even when you lay on the sunny beaches.

I have experienced things here that have really pushed the boundaries of my grid and left me having to re-evaluated everything I thought I knew about the things we can't see.

For example, what do you do when you don't believe in Mayan folklore, you think Aluxes (Mexican leprechauns) are just children's tales, and then one shows up in your hallway?

And what do you do when you don't believe in pirate spirits that inhabit the Caribbean and then one bends time and space and you end up miles from where you should have been in the middle of a raging storm on the water?

I have stories to share. A lot of them. And I am exploring the significance behind them.

How does all this link to what we are doing with Poverty Project International?

I believe there are reasons deeper than the ones we see for some of the issues we are dealing with. And I am ready to explore the connections.

Exploding the boundries,
laura


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