The smell of toasted chiles paraded through the kitchen then moved on to the rest of the house. Remember walking through the market in Oaxaca City? Flower stalls bursting with color. Chiles and chocolate hung heavy in the air. We ate so much mole, we nearly burst. Cinnamon coffee at sunrise. We saw the slow morning ritual of shopkeepers sweeping and washing steps. Fresh tortillas rolled and flipped on a sidewalk griddle. On the bus to Pochutla, after I had to ask the driver to pull over, and the whole ride neither of us thought we would live through.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.