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whispering, kissing and whispering secrets. All night long. I don’t tire.”<br />
Don Elijio looked so happy out in the forest that day, I wished we could<br />
stay there forever. As we resumed our journey downward, the heady,<br />
delicious aroma of humus enveloped us. Don Elijio stopped for a moment<br />
to adjust the straps around his brow. “When I was young I could spend the<br />
whole night in the forest,” he said. “Would you have that courage?”<br />
“No,” I said right away. “At night the forest belongs to creatures like<br />
snakes and jaguars.”<br />
“What if we were to become creatures?” he asked. “I’ve never been<br />
tempted to become a jaguar, but, Rosita, I would if you and I could make a<br />
nest together in the forest.”<br />
I laughed and told him I was honored by the offer but I didn’t want to be<br />
a jaguar any more than he did.<br />
“Well, anytime you’re ready I can pull that old prayer out of my head in<br />
a minute,” he said, teasing me. We continued happily down the slope.<br />
It was a few minutes later that we first began to smell the acrid, black<br />
smoke. The sky above the trees, once azure and white, was now ominously<br />
gray. Just ahead, our little footpath was blocked by flames licking their way<br />
hungrily into the forest.<br />
We stopped in unison, shocked to see the abrupt change. Don Elijio<br />
cleared a side path that skirted around the advancing flames and motioned<br />
for me to follow him. I did as I was told, confident that he would lead me<br />
through the forest safely.<br />
We made it down the hill, only to see that the field on the other side of<br />
the road was engulfed in flames. On the edge of the field, high swords of<br />
fire were consuming the cohune palms, fed by their abundant oil.<br />
Farmers were burning their fields to reap the benefit of wood ash for<br />
fertilizer and to rid the soil of agricultural predators. But the milpa fires,<br />
intended to prepare the fields for crops of corn, beans, and pumpkins, were<br />
out of control.<br />
“This fool has not made a firebreak,” yelled Don Elijio. “No! No! This<br />
kind of farmer cares only for himself and damn his neighbor, the plants, and<br />
the creatures. They only fool themselves. Nature will make them pay for<br />
this cruel treatment. Soon, Rosita, there will be no place left for me to<br />
harvest God’s medicines to heal his children.<br />
“I’ve lived too long, that’s what’s wrong,” he continued, standing agape<br />
at the sight before us. “I’ve lived beyond the plants and the forest and