2012

I don't fear 2012. Maybe I should? Hmmm, I'd like to because it seems more exciting and there is much to read on all the different catastrophes that are due to happen but I just can't seem to get all caught up in the drama that mightcouldistobe. The reason we don't know what happens in 2012 is because the Spaniards destroyed the Mayan culture. One bishop in particular, Diego De Landa Calderon, threw all their writings into a fire. A single act of disrespect and destruction has created a terrible anxiety for some individuals today.

I once saw a ruin in Quintana Roo that was part of an altar. There was a hole in the stone and it was said it corresponded with the winter solstice. Tulum was populated by large, brown and grey iguanas. They occupied the ruins. They stood on either side of entrances to what were once large rooms and entrances to what I imagined were regal quarters. I would stare these reptiles in the eye and in them seemed to be everything you ever wanted to know about the place. They lived there, slept there, bred there, the ruins were theirs. If the energy of the past slept in those rocks and they slept with them, they must hear or feel everything and therefore know.

Tulum was on a cliff overlooking the beach. It was a bit windy that day and the wind in my ears mixed with the waves on the beach below created an audible shhhhhhhhhhhh. It was a warm September morning and I wanted to feel hot sun on my skin but the sun was weakening. It was not intense like a nice July sun. It was hard to pay attention to the guide because the place inspired so many thoughts and feelings.  Stories flew in and out of my head, there was some time traveling and then I was grounded, firmly planted and present but the tour guide had gone.

I noticed someone speaking Italian was messing with an iguana. I couldn't help but dislike that. Those iguanas were really so dignified and unlike any others I had ever seen in a zoo or pet store. It was painful to watch the poor thing taunted by the same tourist who just the night before had spoken horribly to a young waiter. The Italian speaker kept asking for a limon and the waiter kept bringing him limons. Limon to the tourist was a yellow lemon but to the waiter it was a green lime, and nothing else. That was such a rude scene and I instantly disliked this group. I managed to sring together , "Arresto per favore" and smiled nervously. They just walked away. The iguana and I stared at each other for awhile then it closed one eye making it appear to wink. Made me want to curtsy but I resisted and made my way down to the beach.

When I think of 2012 I only think of these creatures unable to speak, guarding the secrets that will remain mysteries. No one knows what will happen on 12/21/2012 but my feeling is nothing cataclysmic. Just be nice to those iguanas that occupy Mayan ruins.