Touched by Madre Selva. On the edge of the wild Amazon
By: Marjory Mejia
My journey into the heart of the Amazon began in Iquitos,
chaotic, hot, humid, loud, alive. A portal into the wild.
There are spaces that throb with passion,
edges that pulse with a vitality and rhythm of their own.
Magical zones between the natural and human made,
places that evoke in us the wildest dreams and memories.
Urban moments that summon the power of life,
giving us a taste of what was or is to come.
Pockets where the old and the ancient witness your very breath,
realizing that what is worth preserving, protecting, conserving
is much bigger than you.
The malecon undulates in serpentine movements
playing with the contours of river and city.
Inhaling and exhaling, on the edge of the wild
your heart stretches, grows, expands
to touch the heart of the amazon
What are the places that touch you, that take you to your edge, that dissolve your edges?
I would love to know. With love,