Mountains

Guatemala is a land of mountains—some are beautifully vibrant covered in green—the color of life. Corn is often planted down the side regardless of how steep the mountain may be and in the early morning or after a hard rain the heavens touch the earth as the clouds caress the mountain peaks.

In the capital, I have seen a mountain being eaten by men—one scoop at a time the sand/dirt is taken for construction until it was no more… men can move mountains, making room this time for a development in the ever-expanding Guatemala City.

While this mountain was being eaten another was and still is being formed. In a valley near La Isla dump trucks and trailers bring construction waste to dump into the valley. They pass through a cemetery to dump their loads into the open mouth of the valley which, sadly, is fitting because this mountain does not bring life with its formation.

And we the people in Guatemala face mountains as well in our lives—some people make them, some try to simply find the mountain pass and head for the next and others are moving mountains both for the good and for the bad.