Taking Notes: Jaguar of the Yucatan
My brother Steve and I are expats living in Merida, Yucatan.
We are on a great adventure – and I am taking notes….
Day of the jaguars.
Would make a good title.
These days have themes to them; this day it is the jaguar.
I love to say the word in wretched Spanish, choking on the ‘j’ and hacking out the ‘guar.’ Like a snarling cat; make a claw and slash. Feels great.
With a theme so full of power, how to make it real?
Honestly, I come to the jaguar from the mystical side. You should know before reading on: I accept its spiritual nature. I agree with the Mayans that it is born of the spirit beneath the earth.
I don’t pray to the jaguar.
I don’t make offerings.
I do take time to consider its power.
Linda Hogan, a Native American writer, authored a beautiful novel called ‘Power’, in which a jaguar winds its dark way through pages like the jungle, while a native woman is compelled to track it down.
I came away spooked.
Weaker than power is one who wants it.
Weaker than that is one who needs it.
The jaguar, meanwhile, has it.