Living the Dream Merida

Follow the Light

I wake up to the sounds of life in a barrio in a small city in Mexico; dogs barking, goats bleating, my favorite bird calling ‘gimme a breeeeaak’. I lay there thinking that this is my life now. This is my new life, yet I’m not entirely sure what to do with it. With fewer years ahead than behind, I have no time for foolish choices. Or do I? One persons reckless is anothers prison, and I, for one, have lived a careful life.

As I struggle to find the sure path through this emotional miasma, I wonder if there is no sure path. And then I stumble on spoken word poet Sarah Kay and her story of the Sweet Potato brother, the Darkroom Mother and the Father with the Basketball Hands who showed her to simply…follow the light.

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (, and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

4 comments on “Follow the Light

  1. What an insightful young woman and her way with words is so touching. Thank you for sharing that! Beautiful to listen to her and enjoy the images she conjured up in my mind. Just a tad bothered by the stuffed dog on stage….lol

  2. Mary Paston

    Oh how lovely is the morning..with full light on these pewter peaks and a beautiful poet from New York city telling me a story..thank you Alison…I miss you.

    Sent from my iPad


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