5 August · 8 p.m.
Anne & I take the road to Tenejapa around sunset. Dramatic little forested mountains tightly interlocked. At a risewind forcing a black mist across the weathered, brush-covered summitnear a small settlementthree high slender crosses black against darkening sky. The Maya lift crosses wherever a gate or aperture leads down to the underworldsacred sitesa cave, a spring, certain hilltops with unique vegetation. Soil turns with some curious mineral complex. The crosses were here when Christians arrived in clanking armor. Peter Warshall's remark, that geologists and Indians agree on the power spots
A wrinkle in earth's old layer
Sixty years ago Graham Greene passed over this ridge on mulebackanarchist Catholic he noted
"The ground sloped up again to where
"The great crosses leaned there in
Among the crosses long upright pineboughs, feathery & skeletal with a violet cast of sky behind them. Asymmetrical & impenetrable. A dog barks from a hut.
Everyone's a pistolero.
Andrew Schelling | Midnight
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