28 day yoga restoration

28 28 day yoga restoration

What I learned in my daily practice…

Day 1: I am unstable and easily thrown off balance. It’s hard to hold my center. I am carrying a lot of anger and resentment that surfaces easily.

Day 2: Everything I am seeking is available to me. I need to open to love. To be in the flow is free and accessible anywhere I happen to be. I can connect at anytime.

Day 3: Distractions are a part of life, especially with children. It is not important to respond to every little thing. It feels amazing to hold my focus and attention on my practice despite what is going on around me. I am in the flow. I allow the flow to carry me. Creating space for myself daily is vital for my well being.

Day 4: Could not stop smiling today during practice. Listening to old school reggae. Felt and strong. Woke up early feeling clear and ready to greet the day for the first time in quite a while. Baby woke up 3/4 of the way through. Would have loved to continue, down dog was feeling especially productive. But we sat on the blanket outside singing instead. Be flexible.

Day 5: I feel myself getting stronger. I am craving salad and nettles and copious amounts of water. Plank pose makes my arms shake, especially when I engage my abs. Feeling lighter on my feet and more grounded. I find myself looking forward to my practice each day, even after not sleeping much the night before.

Day 6: Distracted today. Angry and impatient. I feel jagged and parched and very open. Stopped practice midway through to fight with V. Took a moment to ground, put on some Damien Marley and Heiroglyphics and started again. Just what I needed… Powerful and charged. Finished with Shimshai and Loop Guru and spent a long time in meditation afterwards. My mantra today, “nothing exists outside of myself. There is only this moment.”

Day 7: Today’s mimi session was almost done in passing. All three kids around and under me, the four of us practiced down dog, random parts of sun and moon salutations and neck rolls. I knew I really needed to make it happen today, even if only for a moment.

Day 8: Try. Do my best and let it be enough. It feels better to focus on the positive. What I have vs. what’s missing. Yet it is easier to see the negative and where life falls short. I need to shift my focus.

Day 9: What am I accessing? How is it shaping my life? My thoughts are creating the road ahead of me. Live consciously every moment. Everything I seek is available to me. Always move in the direction that feels good. Yoga is a manifestation of self love. When I direct love towards myself, more love is available to share with others.

Day 10: My uniqueness is a strength. Being different is not a weakness or a flaw. Creativity is divinity and my art is my offering to this earth and her people. My purpose is to create beauty. Feeling stuck in my left hip today, feels bound and aches. So lots of hip openers. I feel more confident in my yoga as well as in my life. Enjoying the birds and the wind and the wispy clouds as I continue to practice outdoors.

Day 11: This was the day of excuses. When i finally found time to practice in the evening, I had no energy and could barely make myself do it. BUT it was perhaps the most worthwhile session so far.Each pose felt so different after a long day working in and around the house with all the kids. All the stress built up throughout the day drained out of me.Back bends felt especially good, as did forward fold and anything that stretched the back of my legs. It’s all about priorities. What’s important?What do I really want? Today I found myself practicing yoga with my 10 month old crawling around, under and over me, searching for milk. But it worked and I feel great.

Day 12: After a long day making trails on the hillside with a pick ax and my hands, ripping out roots and moving heavy rocks, I practiced yoga in my candle lit kitchen while a storm raged outside. In silence, as all three children were sleeping. Spent the most time in restful poses, feeling tired and sore from the days work. As I looked around, I realized very clearly, that I made all of this. I drew this house on a scrap of paper. I am inside possibly my largest creation ever, practicing yoga. More importantly, I felt how much I love the space I am creating, and felt very sure for the first time, that I want to stay. I have been waiting for this clarity in my heart. After so much time wondering, I finally feel like this is my home.

Day 13: Some days it’s so hard to find a clear time and space for myself, yet those are the days I need it the most. 6 pm yoga today after another hot day swinging the pick ax. I thought I would be shaky and exhausted, but it was the opposite. In plank pose I felt like I was made of iron, with Skrillex and Damien Marley burnin dem like a sun dance. Sinking much deeper into every pose and feeling very strong and confident. My nose touched my knee several times today.

Day 14: Noticing how connecting with other people effects my energy. Feeling fragmented today, spinning out in my head and need to ground. Also feeling stuck in my left hip again. Gravitating towards sun salutations. I waited until night to practice today after a full day of visiting people. It was ok, but I definately prefer practicing earlier. However, the night sounds are enchanting.

Day 15: Today turned into family yoga day. Not exactly the trancendental experience that I have come to enjoy in my solo practice, but important none the less. Everyone joined in, even V for a brief moment. What does this mean to me? They are not only becoming interested in what I like, but are taking it seriously enough to give it a try. My hip is still sore this morning. Meditation didn’t happen, instead we ate muffins. **Side note from later… I am noticing that I bounce back much easier after a set back. I return to my center more easily and it feels like a natural place to be.

Day 16: Back to my uninterrupted morning routine outdoors with music. I really needed this after a full weekend. Very good. Ready to start adding new poses to my simple routine. Today’s realization… What kind of a life am I living that I feel like I need a vacation all the time?Why am I not creating a life that feels more like what I want? It’s time to make it that way for myself.

Day 17: Spent a long time checking in with myself, noticing where I hold stress and tension in my body.Today’s practice was focused mostly on disolving negative energy that is causing me pain. Sun salutations and tried a new sequence with chair and tree. I liked the new stretches a lot and it felt good to add something new. Lots of meditation and clearing. Revisited some of my favorite visualizations. Thoughts of the day… Why am I always trying to hurry? What is the rush and why am I trying to do it all? I have created the illusion of scarcity and it is affecting everything that I do. What if I really listened to myself in every moment and only did the things I was drawn to? How would my life change?

Day 18: This was the 2:30 slow flow. Sun salutations holding each pose for four breaths, four rounds. Not as easy as it sounds. Focused on core strength. Bridge felt awesome today. Finished off with some psycic surgery after noticing that my second chakra fely very off balance and open, like it was leaking? Amazing what shows up when you remember to look. Still trying to quiet the noise in my head. Feeling dehydrated, replenishing fluids and resting today.

Day 19: Same slow flow as yesterday, adding a pilates leg lift sequence with bridge then the tree/ chair flow. Focusing on core strength and overall endurance. Followed by meditation and visualization. Todays realization: I can create wellness. It is a choice. It’s easy to find tranquility at a yoga retreat in Bali, far removed from the stress and chaos of your daily life. Creating that same inner peace and spaciousness while surrounded by your dirty laundry, that is the challenge.

Day 20: Today I felt like I could have continued practicing all day. Everything felt very good, like each stretch was an answer to a question in my body. The music was just right, I chose a nostalgic mix from my days at the Bellingham athletic club. Focusing on strength, endurance and pushing limits. Sinking much deeper into poses, hot muscles bow so much lower. Feeling really good about my continued practice and creating space for myself each day. Empowered and energized. My mind is clearer and I feel more comfortable and confident.

Day 21: I feel myself moving energy and waking up. Or coming back into myself. This place is familiar. Muscle memory is kicking in and I find myself thinking less about each pose. Endorphins are a good thing. Music is soooo important. Todays insight… I have many tools and gifts, I need to use them. I feel like I am on a mountain top with a birds eye view. Yeah… This was a good day for yoga. I woke up ready for it, freezing fog and all. The more space I create for my practice, the more space becomes available for me to practice in. Despite this being Saturday, I found over a full uninterrupted hour this morning.

Day 22: Sunday kids yoga. Today I was the teacher. My 2 and 4 year olds spread towels as yoga mats and followed along with my routine today. Part way through, my little one decided to be a super hero with his towell instead, but it’s ok. Their craziness would have thrown me before, but it didn’t today. I kept to my routine, talking through it like a yoga instructor. It was different and kind of fun. To my surprise, my girl lasted the whole hour and seemed to enjoy it. As the days pass and I feel stronger, more flexible and confident, yoga continues to feel better and better.

Day 23: This was my second indoor session, in my kitchen again. I am a lot more distracted inside. I clearly prefer practicing outdoors. I felt rushed today and realized near the end that it was the sound of the bubbling pot on the stove that was making me hurry. My reflection in the oven door also kept catching my attention. It would have been easy to skip today, rainy and cold outside, feeling achy in my hips and lower back with the dampness. Really glad I made myself do it anyway, my muscles needed to warm up. Meditation was also important for me today. I tend to feel off balance after social gatherings of any kind here. I always leave feeling like there is a lot of energy stuck to my face. Needed to ground and replenish.

Day 24: Outside today. Continued with my same routine. My mind is so full today… Really challenging to let go of all the chatter. Scarcity consciousness is loud. Working on shifting my focus. Feeling healthy and strong, still focusing on core, balance and stamina- in yoga and in my life. Todays insight… keep it simple. Don’t get caught up in the infinite possibilities. Clear and focus. What needs to happen to get to where I want to be?

Day 25: Nice outdoor session today. I can feel the cumulative effectof daily practice in my muscles. As I stretch farther and hold each pose longer, I find myself craving certain stretches throughout the day. I was a bit sore when I woke up this morning, but felt the discomfort drain out of me as I moved through my yoga routine. Deeply relaxing meditation today. The soft breeze and the bird songs really brought it to a new level. I am really enjoying this. As my yoga practice becomes a solid part of my daily routine, I feel the rest of my daily chores and activities finding their natural times and spaces.

Day 26: After a stressful morning, I found incredible relief doing my yoga routine listening to gangsta rap. It was very empowering and super charged. Sometimes it takes a lot to hold my focus and attention and cut through emotions. I felt powerful and energized moving through the poses today. I tried ‘the dancer’ today but it was very wobbly and I could only hold it for a few seconds. I ended with a deep meditation. I am continuously thankful for my daily practice. Todays thought: Why do I revisit painful or negative situations in my mind long after they have passed? What am I getting out of replaying things that bring unhappiness? What if I just let them go instead. I can choose to think about the things that bring me joy.

Day 27: After a full day that included a very long walk with my baby on my back, I almost convinced myself that I didn’t need to do yoga today because I had already exercized plenty. This really pushed me to think about what yoga means to me, why I do it and what I want from my daily practice. Some of my goals are strength and flexibility, confidence and the ability to deeply listen to myself, creating time and space daily to replenish myself and valuing self love and self care. I lit candles in my kitchen tonight as the rain fell, did a series of gentle stretches and spent a long time in meditation. While it was nothing like my energizing morning routine, it was exactly what I needed.

Day 28: Tonight is All Hallows Eve. The moon is where it was when I began. In my candle lit kitchen, I pracriced yoga while my children slept. I listened to my breath. I felt myself return to center. Return to sacred self. The air feels still and it is very quiet. I think about how I felt when I started 28 days ago, the energetic transformation is incredible. My mind is clear and I feel like myself again. My true self. I knowwhere I want to go and how I want to get there.


When everything is so heavy that your entire being caves in on itself… I was miles beyond that point when I finally drove away. Once and for all, a battle cry for my forgotten independence, a gesture that would be louder and clearer than any words that I could speak in any language. I started the old beater truck and sped up the long dirt driveway with my baby in my arms. I didn’t look back. I already knew that there would be nobody watching my dust cloud dissipate.

I arrived at the paved road in a blur. Suddenly there was no ceiling. The floor fell away at the same time and I found myself floating. with no tether I was in flux, between one disaster and the next. I was on the open road, alone, which is something very few women do here. Infinite possibilities lay ahead of me, though I could see road blocks in every direction. Funny thing is, it didn’t really matter.

Through the trucks open window, the wind was blowing the memory of freedom through my tangled hair. It whipped my tear streaked face, awakening something deep inside of me. Something that had always been a part of me, yet had slipped away silently when I wasn’t looking. The truth is, I am not the docile, complacent woman that everyone wants me to be. I will never feel satisfied to stay home all day making tortillas and washing and serving anyone that steps through my gate. I am so much more than that. I am fiercely creative, driven by inspiration and feelings and where did THAT woman go? The one that follows her heart and doesn’t take any shit because she knows herself and listens to the stars and the shells and the roots…

In that crazy moment, driving aimlessly through the mountain roads of central Mexico, I had no idea where I was going except that I was going to find her. I shifted loud, forgot the speed bumps and flew away on wings that I thought had disappeared long ago. The path ahead of me suddenly cleared and it didn’t matter who or what tried to stand in my way. My restless spirit was calling me again and I had no choice but to listen. I need to sing and breathe cedar smoke and paint myself with clay. I’m finally waking up from this long sleep. I’ve been dreaming strange dreams about strange people in foreign lands. I’ve been drinking witches brew…

Now here I am.

Welcome to the Third World

26 welcome to the third world

Welcome to the third world. It is poverty. Hunger. Never having enough. Finding ways to make zero stretch little farther and last a little longer. We are now officially out of money in Mexico.

This is the food shelf in our kitchen. We have two bags of dry beans, barely enough rice to mention, one kilo of potatoes, a few bananas and some honey. The fridge is busy keeping cool some eggs, a pot of cooked beans, salsa, tortillas and a few onions, tomatoes and cucumbers. Outside we have a bucket of avocados, limes and chiles. Nada mas.

When I think back to my old life in the states, I remember thinking fairly often that we had no food. In truth, I always had a fully stocked pantry and reserves in the freezer. Today my freezer contains three plastic ice trays full of frozen boiled water. I have to constantly remind myself that scarcity is an illusion and that we actually have so much more than most of the people living here. And as strange as it sounds, we are better off living here, in third world rural poverty, than we were living our lower-middle class life back in Washington.

It is easy to get caught up worrying and feel stuck, wondering how we will survive here, but then I look around for a moment… We have a strong, solid house with a roof that will never leak or rust or blow away. We have windows, doors and floors, many homes here only have blankets or plastic covering the openings. We have a large piece of land that is ours free and clear, as is the house. We have amenities that are not standard here, like the solar hot water heater, a big tractor and motorcycle. We have animals and corn and avocado trees… Just because we don’t have money doesn’t mean we have nothing or that we aren’t making it here.

What I’m saying is, “third world rural poverty”, like anything else, is what you make it.

When we got here we invested the money we brought in many things, so that we would have something in the future. But we have nothing now. Zero pesos. Baby trees that need a few more years to grow and a young, skinny cow that needs to be fattened up before we can sell him. I knew this was coming even before we boarded the plane… and it still boggles my mind. We spent so much money to come here and be poor. Not United States poor… Mexico poor. There’s a big difference. Back home when I had no money, it meant that I couldn’t order pizza or buy a latte. Here in Mexico, it means beans. Beans every single day. Sometimes with tortillas, sometimes not.

I know it wont be like this forever. One day the garden will be producing enough bounty to sustain us and make a little money. Our chickens will be laying more eggs and hatching babies. We will be eating fruit from our trees and the water will be flowing freely. For now, at least the sun is shining and I have peace of mind knowing that all of this hard work and money and energy is going into something that is ours. We can build and grow knowing that we aren’t going to move in six months and tear it down or sell it all on craigslist.

Contrary to what some readers may take from this entry, this is not a public pity party or a cry for help. This is a very real head check, mostly for myself. I am seven months in to my stay in Mexico and am exactly where I thought I’d be, doing exactly what I thought I would be doing. And it’s every bit as hard as I thought it would be.

Thankfully, I have finally come to a place within the landscape and within myself, that feels like it’s going to be ok. It’s difficult but it’s not killing me. It’s just starting to look like my vision… And finally starting to feel worth it.

We survived the rainy season here in central Mexico!

Lots of work has happened on the house since the last update several months ago. We added a window to the middle room. Finished off the bathroom with privacy bricks and a door. Solar water heater still making plenty agua caliente. Built a stone retaining wall behind the house and took care of several water run off/ drainage issues we were having.

We completed the outdoor kitchen and finished the roof on the other out building. Finally added a chicken coop complete with nesting boxes, four laying hens and a rooster. Put up some chain link fencing along the driveway and planted vining flowers to grow up it to create more privacy and keep the cow and horses out of the yard and garden.

Plowed and planted the lower field with alfalfa to feed the animals. Planted one hundred avocado trees on the hillside above the corn. Also planted bananas, pink guavas, pomagranates, coffee trees, nectarines and other herbs and flowers. Expanded the garden space at the entry. Moved the sheep fence to create a new vegetable garden. Started carving trails into the hillside below the arches and making garden spaces. So far we have planted cucumbers, squash, agave, nopales, strawberries and nettles there. So much room to grow food and medicinal plants! The trail system will eventually go down to the corn and through the fruit trees to the avocados.

Animals! We traded all but three sheep for a motorcycle. We bought a cow and adopted two kittens that we names Whiskey and Sulfur. We still have two horses, two bunnies and two dogs. No more snakes but plenty of beetles.

Water problems continue… With the rainy season coming to an end we need to get on top of the water situation pronto. That means bringing water from the mountains where it flows out of the rocks, via an extensive black pvc hose system. Also building some sort of holding tank. An enormous undertaking but worth every peso in the long run. We would have water forever… or until the mountains run dry. Here, water is a commodity. You need water to live. Our agricultural investments require water. Not to mention, our solar heater needs to remain full to avoid destruction.

Kids are all in school and enjoying it. I am enjoying the bit of down time I get each day. They are learning spanish and making friends. The baby is barely a baby anymore. She’s moving quite quickly, on the verge of walking and getting into everything. She can say “hi” and wave her hand, asks for bananas and dances to any and all music. She has six teeth and eats just about everything.

Living here is challenging everything in me and testing everything I’m made of. I have always been one to push the envelope… This is yet another example of that. My spanish is not much better and I still can’t make tortillas, but my priorities have shifted dramatically in the last month or so, So it’s all good.

This goes without saying, we miss each and every one of you. Maybe by February one of you will need a dose of tropical sunshine and come for a visit25 october  25 2015 update pic

the mexico situation

I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to think of this. I have come up with a new way to handle the Mexico situation. (Yes, there is a Mexico situation…)

The entire time I have been here, I have been trying to fit in. When I arrived, I wanted to learn how the people do things here. I wanted to understand how the life works, how to communicate with people, make friends, etc. Well in seven long months, the only thing that I have learned, is that it’s not as simple as I thought it would be. Asking questions has gotten me nowhere, in fact, some people have even intentionally given me wrong information! And although my Spanish vocabulary has improved significantly, people still give me a blank stare when I try to speak, and say “no entiendo nada!” But perhaps what bothers me the most is how people watch every little thing I do, then feel compelled to comment on the things I do, or don’t do or how I should do it or how it could be better.

The reality is, this “celebrity status” as La Guerra, has forced me to go underground. I no longer like most of the people here, don’t care to speak the language or engage in activities outside my home. I have unfortunately developed a very bad attitude and am quickly becoming a big bad bitch. Like I just don’t give a fuck, folks. For real. It’s not very nice.

Well this is not how I want to live my life. Angry all the time, totally guarded and alone. I have thought about just leaving. I have thought about it a lot, actually. That would solve the problem instantly. Just fly away…

But no. Think about it. There’s karma, right? You get what you give. There’s the law of attraction. You get what you think about. And even physics teaches that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. So everything is connected. Yes? Everything affects everything. You follow this thought train?

Well then… Game over people. I’m just going to live my life and make it how I want it. I’m going to do yoga every single day, even if the dishes and the laundry don’t get done. Why? Because I love it and it makes me feel good. And because there will always be dirty dishes and laundry no matter what. That’s life. I’m going to work in my garden and sew and sing songs in different languages. One day, I’m going to the rivers below the volcano to find rocks for my sweat lodge. I’m going to create beauty and live my truth even if the people here don’t get it.

** If I don’t care what people think, perhaps they will stop caring what I do.**

This is the key. If I start focusing on what I want, instead of what I don’t want… Get it? It’s so simple yet has eluded me for so long! How do I get so stuck in the mud? So now I’m untangling mind traps… Solving life’s riddles… Demolishing pillars of thought… And yes, remembering exactly why I came here.

Knowledge vs. Skill

I struggle deeply with the lack of education and information amoung the people here. Even worse is the lack of desire to explore and learn and grow. Expansion and higher consciousness are not on the menu here. People are truly content to go about their daily routine, without understanding how things work or that there is a whole world of different possibilities that exists beyond these hills. Some days I am too busy to notice. Other days I feel like I’m banging my head against a wall. And some days I just feel sad and alone.

It’s easy for me to become self righteous and try to impose my knowledge on others. It’s even easier to feel frusterated and angry with the lack of awareness that I see on a daily basis. And then I remember that I can’t even make a decent tortilla to save my life. I don’t know how to kill a chicken or butcher a turkey or sheep. I sure can’t catch a cow. And how many times did I stumble into the poison plants because I just didn’t know. I still have trouble lighting a fire and don’t know how to speak the language despite living with a fluent speaker for six years.

So what do I know? I may have knowledge and be educated. I understand scientifically how the corn grows and how pollination works. But that doesn’t mean that I can successfully grow a corn field large enough to feed my family and animals for a year.

I have had to really humble myself to see that these folks may not be as dumb as I think they are. What they do know is probably more important for real life and survival. Perhaps the aluminum pot that they are cooking in is less deadly than not knowing how to get the food in the first place. Living here has been a wake up call to say the least. My back yard hobby garden would never sustain my family. We would probably all die without the grocery store. For real.

The truth is, simplicity is something I’ve always been after but have never quite been able to grab. Here, I am surrounded by simplicity and I keep saying “but there is so much more to life! Don’t you ever wonder how things work? Don’t you want to explore and see different places? Are you really content with only this?”I am always seeking, moving, reading, asking questions… And I am never, ever, perfectly content for very long.

So the question is… Who is better off? The one with the restless mind, the perpetual seeker who is full of knowledge and experience, but is never fully at peace? Or the simple mind that knows nothing and doesn’t bother himself with how or why. Instead, happily goes about his daily life, content with whatever he has, never troubled with what may be just beyond his view. Is not the very point of meditation to empty and quiet the mind? Perhaps it’s true, that ignorance is bliss.

I have no solid answers. And I have so much more to learn. I continue to look for the meaning in the small things. What are the lessons? What am I doing here? One day I just might find it…

A Storm

It’s late August. You are deep in the middle of a vast corn field with your machete, when it starts raining. You feel the first heavy drops and look up at the sky. Masses of moisture hang above your head. The wind is pushing more mountain air into this gray wall of water in the sky, pressurizing. You can feel the storm building rapidly as the air around you begins to electrify. Shadows replace the bright sun and the light changes dramatically.

On any other given day, your baby would be tied to your back. This would be the moment you run with your bag of elotes, back up the hill to the safety of your warm dry house. You would cook dinner for your family as the storm unleashed it’s fury, electric lights flickering on and off.

Today you are alone. You feel the drops getting bigger and falling faster. This high up in the tropical mountains of central Mexico, storms blow in fast and rains are wicked heavy. You look around and quickly calculate how long it takes to get back to the house from where you are. You realize that even if you ran, the rain would soak through your clothes before you reached the roof.

Instead of making your escape, you stand there, gripping the handle of your machete, listening to the wild sound of the wind in the corn stalks. You watch the water wash the petals of the red, yellow, blue and purple flowers growing along the bottom of this dense corn forest. The sky darkens and the light changes again. The red and purple hojas high above your head glow against the deep gray.

You see the first flash, then the familiar metallic splicing sound. Thunder reverberates from one side of the valley to the other, encircling you where you stand. You are surrounded by corn stalks that are well above your head, some twice your height. The view is the same in every direction, except up. Lightning arcs across the sky, end to end. Thunder rolls around you again and you start to feel dizzy and disoriented. Wind whips through, bending the corn stalks. The rain is pounding hard now, drenching everything. Your cotton sweatshirt is soaked all the way through and this storm is way too close for comfort.

Lavender tinged electricity ignites sky as you finally decide it’s time to run. You squint your eyes against the flying water as you push your way through the cold, wet corn stalks. The rain and wind have caused them to lean, blocking the already difficult path. Clutching your machete and your bag of elotes, you push the heavy stalks to the side and press through the opening. It feels like a jungle. This is surreal.

Several minutes pass as you press on. Wondering how much further you have to go, you look over your shoulder and see the lightning dancing in the tree tops on the hill behind the corn field. You keep moving. Water streaming down your face, you remember the day you went to the city and bought your boots and feel thankful that at least your feet are dry. You quietly thank God for small graces as you step through the last wet, green doorway and into a wide open, torrential down pour. Without the protection from the corn stalks, you are getting hammered.

22 a storm pic

You can see your house now. The weeds are knee high and you slip and slide over the stones that lay hidden beneath the tangle of green plants. You make your way as quickly as possible to the base of the hill and find the trail that doubles back to the house. You are running now. You finally make your way to the gate, the latch flies open and you are inside. Heart pounding, you drop your bag and your machete and look out through the red brick arches and watch the storm for a moment. Booming thunder claps shake the concrete foundation and rattle the glass in the windows.

Stepping through another doorway, you feel a sharp temperature change. Suddenly you are warm. After you find dry clothes, you light the stove and sit down in the wooden rocking chair. You find your bag and begin peeling back the green and purple leaves, revealing perfect golden and crimson kernels. The lights flicker as you place the last elote in your steaming pot. Then, taking in the delicious smells filling the air in the cozy room, you smile. Dinner will be ready soon.