For reasons beyond my comprehension, I am continuously drawn back to the same beautifully bizarre beach full of vibrant murals, waves to kill, fire dancers, and hippies selling vegan cakes naked on the beach.. the name literally means “beach of death” in Zapotec, but strangely enough it’s always been a place that brings life to me. Over the years, the weirdness of this place has grown on me like the stray dog that’s been following me around since breakfast. Today I think I just want some time alone to think up new designs, but the universe has other plans. So when a stranger asks if he can sit down and play his Tibetan singing bowls to realign my chakras, I accept his gracious invitation and take it as a commonplace occurrence - just like reading the morning paper and drinking a cup of coffee... [[[@maggie.hazee]]]