A few years ago, after my husband died, I made an online connection with a Mayan man who is helping support his community by selling native art and crafts. I bought a painting of a native woman weaving from him. We talked for quite a while at the time, helping each other with basic language. We spoke about immersion, and he suggested that if I really wanted to learn Spanish I should go live in their community for a while with a family that did not speak English. I don't know if I'm that brave, I kind of love my English! However, during part of our rambling discussions we touched on spirituality, and he did a Mayan horoscope for me. Turns out I am Ix, the Jaguar, which is an auspicious sign to Mayans as the jaguar is one of their major deities as well as the moon goddess (Ix Chel).
I shared a recurring dream I have had for close to thirty years that occasionally even emerged during my shamanic journeywork training, of running through the jungle and splitting into two halves, a light and dark jaguar. I still have the dream, and today I wrote a poem: Ix
The image above is the Mayan symbol for Ix, part of their alphabet and calendar.