Thursday, December 26, 2013
New Life In A New Year
The divine sun actually rises at this site, when viewed from the Aztec capital that became Mexico City, plus who could've left behind such astonishing stone afterbirth but the gods? A serpent hisses under a white rock. The eagle and snake on today's Mexican flag recall the feathered serpent avatar of Mesoamerican worship, which is the pictorial equivalent of "In God We Trust." The spirituality of the Americas took shape where I stand.
The heart of the ruined metro is a paved avenue from the elegant Moon Pyramid to a vast plaza. Midway is the Sun Pyramid. This jaw-dropping pinnacle rivals those of Egypt, just as Teotihuacan's population peak rivaled that of contemporary Rome. This is a cradle of humanity.
I mount the 1st step. My face is red, but my head is uncovered, since this shrine is for adoring (not avoiding) the sun. Besides, I'd rather perish here than in a windowless office cubicle anyday. Intense sweating and increased breathing feel like enhanced living to me. I may be crazy or sunstroked, but I'm having a good time, which is the point of most things in Mexico, after all.
While the rising sun offers 365 dazzling fresh-starts a year, modern humans rarely ascend from their beds to experience (much less ascend pyramids to worship) this phenomenon. New Year's Day is special. A vague awareness of a cosmic page turning and a new day dawning crosses the least-spiritual mind, like the sun's arc making its presence felt on the cloudiest day.
So, whatever you pick-up on New Year's Day - a pen, a sword, a paintbrush, a dustbroom, a hammer, a spatula, a virtual gadget, or a real flesh-and-blood girl - do your scribbling on the etch-a-sketch of time with as much excellence and as little regret as possible. Happy New Year!