"Eres una pelota.."
It was the first thing she said when she touched my hand.
The old lady missed her front teeth and couldn't walk properly anymore. I don't know if it was the dark and cold living room that gave me this weird feeling, or just the fact that I was visiting a shamman in Guatemala that touched my hand and said right away: "you are just like a ball, bouncing on the earth".
I've always tried to avoid spiritual ways of thinking that could not fit into my perspective on the world. It may sound like 'taking the easy way out', and actually, it is.
Just the first sentence of this shamman, touched my soul so deeply that I don't even know what to think about it.
Half a year before the moment the shamman touched my hand I just got back from the United States. My friends asked me if I wanted to go and travel again. Of course I wanted that, but not at that very moment because 'I didn't want to become a bouncing ball that never stands still'.
Maybe I should keep bouncing, the world might look differently from up there..