Vicuña

The town I´m staying in now is utterly charming. Like Sedona, Arizona this valley has a high magnetic energy and claims to be healing and sacred. I can´t say persay that I feel healed or more holy but I am enoying my time here.

Just like the rest of Chile, it is extremely colorful. It´s also very old though too so almost everywhere I look the paint is peeling. The best part is that where the paint is peeling, it opens up to reveal a previous paint coat and thus a different color. The result is that the wooden doors all over town, when you look closely, reveal mini rainbows. In effect, they are their own timelines, anchoring the owner in a past where the door was blue or green or yellow as opposed to the pink color that dominates it now. Paint drops on the groud around the houses are telling of a family adding another story to the timeline.

As if trying to lay their own claim to the paint history, the youth of Vicuña have covered the walls of the pueblo with uninteresting graffiti. No matter though, when you think about the city as a canvas for a giant community mural, then it seems more poetic.