Fifty years ago Nahualá was minimal, strewn with some adobe (mud brick) houses along paths with people tending to a land, which was open and unhindered. In the time since, a fledgling urban center has developed.
We cannot tax cut our way to prosperity any more than we can tax and spend our way into fiscal nirvana. It requires a balanced approach of sensible spending cuts, substantive entitlement reforms and negotiated tax increases.
As I stepped out last night for the midnight ceremony I followed the chanting and beating of the drum. The people had taken over the town square, building a fire pit that sustained the dozens in the highland cold wind.
The problem is not that we have limited time. It is that we don't appreciate how limited it really is. What the Psalmist is trying to say is that if only we had the sense to count our days we would live rich, wisdom-filled, purpose driven lives.
The end of the Mayan Calendar is a great opportunity for us to return to LOVE and an important time to recover our integrity. For those people in fear of this being the "end times," it is not true, it is just a shift of consciousness.
The Maya never predicted that 2012 would be the Year of the Cigar Box Guitar. They missed the most important story. The end of the world, which ought to be in a couple of hours, is not this year's crucial event.