tzintzontle

In the mornings we welcome the new day, the sun as it rises to take its place in the sky. The colors of life lift up the solitude of night that we share with our mother Moon. We hear singing throughout the expanse of the sacred embrace that holds us. La canción del tzintzontle nos llama Sometimes mockingbird serenades us through the night con gusto, heralding our dreams. We sing back from every cell and fiber of our being.