Here is the land of Lomas del Poleo, as I filmed it in April; the camera's eye is my eye. We sneaked past the goon at the gate using a sort-of ruse.
I hid the camera. Ironically, you and I now know that the Lomas residents' lawyer--whose strategies to counter the Zaragosas (the family who claims to own Lomas) are discussed in the clip--was mysteriously assassinated this week. This event has run in the background of my mind, an undercurrent this week, as I visualize his widow and young sons at the funeral...now doomed to life without him.
The first creatures to appear in my garden were the green beans, sprouting as though by magic, bounding toward the sky. Their amazing appearance from what seemed like nowhere brought to mind the story of Jack in the Beanstalk, in which a giant robs the poor peasants who have nothing. That analogy serves well here in Lomas, giving me the vehicle to finally tell the Lomas story (6/23/08 post).
It seems like we humans are most affected by what is near enough to us to have been part of our lives or have touched us somehow (the "proximity factor"). That's why we have to keep exploring on the boundaries of our lives...to open up our experience ever wider...enlarging our hearts to allow more reality to touch us. Having read/viewed this post, you've made room in your heart for Lomas, and for this I'm grateful. Thanks for helping me process this part of our world and incorporate it into my heart.