I’m looking out my 10th story hotel window in complete awe of Mexico City. I’m here because I simply could not pass up the opportunity to be in one of the world’s largest cities. I have to respect a place that can draw twenty million people.
Truthfully, I had no idea what to expect and I was more than a little intimidated.
The one place I knew I wanted to visit was Frida Kahlo’s house. La Casa Azul was the birthplace of Kahlo and is also the home where she grew up, lived with her husband Diego Rivera for a number of years, and eventually died at only forty seven years old. It is now one of the most visited places in Mexico City.
When I arrived at her home there were at least one hundred people waiting in line.
As I took my place in line I wondered if she could have imagined the impact she would have on the world. She is one of the most admired feminist. She is considered one of the greatest examples of authenticity and passion. She is celebrated as one of Mexico’s most famous artists.
And yet in her life she experienced loads of pain and disappointment.
She contracted polio at a young age. She survived an accident that left her in constant pain and with limited mobility. She was never able to have children, something she wanted deeply. She experienced the betrayal of the love of her life. She actually had a very limited number of art exhibitions and she died young.
What if she judged her life by what she saw in her living years?
She could never have imagined that sixty years after her death hundreds of people would be lining up to see her home and art all day, every day. She would not have seen that her image would one day be on her country’s currency. That she would be responsible for bringing a huge amount of revenue into her country. That she would inspire artists, women and human kind.
My pilgrimage to Mexico City and the Blue House has graced me with perspective.
I felt a range of emotions and went for a long walk to digest all that I felt being so close to what she held dear. I kept thinking to myself what if she thought she didn’t matter and that her work didn’t bring beauty and healing? What if? In my final moments of mediation before returning to my hotel I heard this…
Stop judging your life.
Live if fully.
That is more than enough.