The simplicity of the gourd is overwhelming, yet it continues to attract people far and wide. The herb is heard for miles, and strangers transform into friends with each pull of the bombilla. A bond is formed, and a mutual feeling is established that screams “WE ARE BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN THIS MOMENT,” causing everything else to lose its importance — race, religion, rules, and rights.
The circle is never-ending, and something is established beyond the gourd. What is it? A friendship? Connection? Ah, those labels are for the world of words. I’ll stick with feeling. It’s a feeling, and regardless of how much you read or hear about it, you won’t know it until you experience it. Pass the gourd please.