I have a friend, a wise man that I consider a Shaman. He would never call himself by that title because he is too unassuming, too humble. But my friend is the kind of person that moves energy, people, mountains... so when he directed me to Martin Prechtel's works, I paid attention.
This is the first book I have read by this author. Here, Prechtel takes a folktale passed down from generation to generation in the oral tradition customary to the Tzutujil community of Guatemala, and then he analyzes its different layers and symbols, to reveal many insights that apply not only to the Tzutujil, but to everyone, because its teachings and archetypes are universal. In stories we find different meanings that apply to our own lives in different ways. This is a magical story meant to open our hearts, one we must read to our children, and allow it to flow.
This book conveys a great reverence for nature, a sense of respect and admiration for the elements that sustain and shelter all forms of life. The land "is a tangible living soul that has a heart." Women are water: the soul of the community, the givers of life. Prechtel's words are as poetic and delightful as is the essence of the story. The more we read it, the deeper its teachings will burrow in our hearts.
Favorite quotes:
"There is no safety, ever. Once you've chosen to love, to have longing, to follow an art or devotion, you automatically accept your death as payment for being blessed with a mortal life to live out your longing."
"The story tells us that living the life of an artist is not as useful as living our lives as a work of art."
"We are all meant for big things, not the stupid little things you hang out with. Our lives are not our own to do with as we please, in our bigness we serve more that our whims. Our very actions, breaths, and thoughts make or break the world. Our speech makes winds rise or trees to wither and burn."