There is a particularly treasured moment towards the end of the film where one of the men speaks in Purépecha, Michoacán’s beautiful native language.
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Following the rhythm of the seasons suggests an ebb and flow: a life in harmony.
The leaves are red, deep red, burgundy, bright yellow, baby green light, crispy brown, dark green, orange mixed with red and yellow. The leaves stick on the windows of cars on the tires and our shoes. The rain and the […]
“I’m not Christian” “you mean you don’t believe in God? …then, what are you?” “I have a lot to say about that.” but at this time I’ll be anything. all religions are the same. all rituals are the […]
What is it to be indigenous? Indigenous to the land or to your self. Indigenous even to your heart. What is indigenous? Who is indigenous and to what? For we are metaphors of our minds, but the reality is that […]
