substances are rubbed into our bodies, again producing currents of natural fragrances, although different from before.
The two women leave within a few moments of one another. When the music’s over, quiet and complete serenity return. After several minutes we prop ourselves up with pillows, and a tray with cups of lemongrass tea and glasses of mezcal is placed before us.
“Qué salga el mal; qué entre el bien” … at least until tomorrow, or perhaps until I have an opportunity to experience a vision quest.
* from Burchac, Joseph. “The Native American Sweat Lodge/History and Legends.” Freedom, CA: Crossing Press, 1993.
Alvin Starkman received his Masters in Social Anthropology in 1978. After teaching for a few years he attended Osgoode Hall Law School in Toronto, thereafter embarking upon a career as a litigator until 2004. Alvin now resides in Oaxaca, where he writes, leads small group tours to the villages, markets, ruins and other sites, is a consultant to film production companies, and operates Casa Machaya Oaxaca Bed & Breakfast. ( http://www.oaxacadream.com ) .