“Hope is in ourselves”
Ignacio Ellacuría, SJ
Spanish thinker and priest
Like every year after Pandemicand like many years before her, the Easter I spent it in Navachiste International Arts Festival. That means many things, it means, by force, to campmeans to see friendships who are highly esteemed, conversations long and very starry nights. It means a calm bay sea, listening to music, experiencing new poetry and sharing. It means spending some time with gnats because of having the lively mangrove just a few steps away and it means that gastronomic, simple and delicious, of daily catch and which is the very essence of the north coast of my Sinaloa. In places like this, a arts festival far from what we consider civilization, there, further away from Wi-fi and the immediacy of digital, different ideas come to you than what you normally think, something like what happened before, without cell phones. Furthermore, I enjoyed the work of Syd Balam there, who composes music with replicas of pre-Hispanic musical instruments. In Navachiste you have to fill your bucket to be able to bathe, with literal blows. We know the effort to carry out the event, the miracle of coming together in poetry. Camping is similar to vacationing but it is very different. I have always liked how little impact the ecological footprint of attending the festival has, because what is there, everything, what you eat and use, everything must be taken, and in the end even the bowers are dismantled and returned to Guasave.
That when walking the border between beach and the mangrove The waves found me the skull and skull of a pelican that some summer reigned over that immense nature that has some magic. The esteemed poet Arturo Ordorika said it well in a conversation that Navachiste is the place where prophetic poetry converges so that a special form of magic is born. Well, he says it best. There are themes that germinate more easily there, there is something in that sun that warms without lacerating, in enjoying nature without affecting it, because studies say that the average Mexican uses 150 liters of water, but for the average tourist the figure rises to 500 And UNAM specialists have published that tourists in Mexico spend up to 2,500 liters of water daily for related activities. Strong numbers if one correlates that with 1860 liters a ton of corn can be produced, much more than the grain consumption that in Mexico is on the order of 196 kilos per soldier that heaven gave for each child.
While at the Navachiste Festival, the Notre-Dame Cathedral can burn down and you don't realize it. After all, that gem would not have burned if the authorities had allowed fire protection systems to be installed on time. Sometimes a noisy panga passes nearby, with heavy music playing before the poetry. Fortunately, Ernesto Coppel Kelly's Mazatlán is far away, and like-minded hoteliers who then want to block the musical expression of regional bands. Silence, as well as noise, are knives of tourist gentrification. For example, specialists point out that a 60-hectare golf course consumes 757 million liters of water per year, enough to plant 375 thousand tons of corn. And in Sinaloa there are several fields. More than 300 in Mexico. We need to take more care of resources, water, and think about others while enjoying leisure. And like Father Ellacuría, take care of hope.
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