Looking across the WHEAT fields, she felt a sense of PEACE. There is something about those gently waving stalks that always brought her back to a calm center. Images emerge of Demeter and abundance, calm mother holding space for her daughter, Persephone. Yes, calm in the face of the cycle of loosing and retrieving. So very different, she mused, from the spike in energy, a call to AGILE leaps and spins that she felt when visiting her uncle’s fields. Those were mostly MAIZE, tall stiff plants that held tight to their multicolored ears. The rustle and dryness of the stalks evoked the ancient, youthful Mayan god, a connection to life energy that seemed so different from that of the ancient Greek goddess.

Georg’ann

We walked toward the lookout platform of Ik Kil, the Sacred Blue Cenote, unprepared for the astounding beauty of this ROUND pool, it was just meant to be a STAMP on our Yucatán adventure. Even with all the other tourists, I felt it’s MAGIC. Slowly we descended the steps for our swim in the clear blue, and oh so deep. Taking one last look up at the surrounding limestone bluff covered in vines, I plunged into the portal and became The MAIZE Goddess.

Heather