There are signs of spring: the jacarandas are ablaze with purple blossoms, the equinox has come and gone, Flower Day in Guanajuato is coming. . . Some of my Mexican homegirls and I heralded the spring by sharing in a temazcal ritual. Every culture seems to have its own bathing/sweating tradition, and temazcal is the tradition of Mesoamerica.
Some young boys came to meet us behind Cine Guanajuato and lead us through the winding callejones to the house where the temazcal was located. We sweat by the heat of volcanic rocks, meditated, were blessed with various plants and flowers, covered our bodies in almond olil, aromatic salts, clay and aloe vera, and emerged about three hours later -- reborn and ready for new life.
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