Inti Raymi

Inti Raymi

I was fortunate to be in Ecuador for one of the largest Indigenous festivals of the year, Inti Raymi or, Fiesta del Sol.

Inti Raymi takes place in June and celebrates a new harvest season. I was welcomed into the indigenous community of San Clemente to dance and drink in celebration of the Pacha Mama (Mother Earth), the sun, and the life it gives. We stomped our feet circling the musicians playing and singing in high pitch voices. The stomp is a traditional practice to wake the Earth up. After weeks of trying to learn how to salsa I was thankful that there wasn’t much to the movement. The most difficult part to follow was when someone in the circle would shout, “vuelta, vuelta,” and the circle of people would have to reverse directions. Caña, a popular liquor in Ecuador made from fermented sugar cane was passed around making changing directions more difficult every shot. The dancing, singing, and drinking went on until morning. Inti Raymi

Leading up to the major celebration in San Clemente, I spent time among the Indigenous people of Ilaló where I participated in a temazcal (sweat lodge) ceremony.

I buried my face in the cool earth, vulnerable in nothing but underwear, trying to escape the hot, suffocating vapors. The ceremonial leader poured more water on the scorching rocks that sat piled in the middle of the sweat lodge and the air became thicker and thicker. Finally just when it would become unbearable the men closest to the door who also carried in the rocks would open the curtain letting the outside air mingle with ours until eventually breathing became easy again. Prayers were said that I couldn’t understand because they were in Spanish and a jar of tobacco water was passed around for each of us to inhale. I took just a pinch terrified of its effects and the shaman chanted “mas mas!” as he put a good chunk in my hand. I inhaled, coughing like I had just choked on some pool water but I was relieved by its calming effect. The medicine was passed around, each person setting intentions or, saying a prayer before inhaling. I didn’t know exactly what was said but I could feel it. We all wanted the same things, good health for ourselves and our family, healing from our past wounds, forgiveness, and love.

The temazcal is meant to represent the womb and as promised, when the ceremony had come to an end, I was embraced by ice-cold water poured on me by the shaman and the feeling I had just been reborn.

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