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This week, at Boulder HQ, we’re passing around this poem written by our Summer 2018 Guatemala Instructor, Raquel Wigginton. And we are collectively, sighing…
We have journeyed into a history as dark as the depths of Lake Atitlán—el más profundo de las Américas The depths have felt overwhelming but necessary as the reminder of the pain that lives in each of our bloodlines the bones that hold us up like a ladder are dense with the memories of time and are buried in the soil we occupy with strong and reaching raíces. Roots we need to continue to explore in all directions. We have ventured into the verdant lands of Guatemala—land of trees and like the Lorax we must be careful of the greed and power that run like currents of flames in our nation’s veins We must tell the story of deforestation, of pollution, of dwindling natural resources before it’s too late We must plant the seed that will revive the forests and inspire the birds of the trees to keep on singing We must care and maintain the precious seedlings of our siembra and never give up. You are the seeds of the trees that will grow into grandes problemáticas or soluciones transformativas. We want to sew the fruits of our labor of love During our adventure the garden of love has been planted let’s see what it’s beauty holds and who will hold it up to the light that illumines dialogue and understanding, patience and tolerance, caring and challenge. Raíces profundas y duraderas.