First Light

We come from the light and dissolve back into the light.

How did I get here? I almost can’t remember. It feels so natural to wake up with or sometimes before the sun. To hear the birds and insects all day and night, the constant symphony of nature. Life in the forest is good, and there is wi-fi too and I am connected and earning money for stringing words and sentences together for clients and projects, living the freelance dream.

I am rooted, grounded, balanced and content here. I hear the blaring bad news from the North and South, and sometimes I tune into it and feel the immense pain and suffering from the oppressed, disempowered, beat down masses. I continue to study the ways of the East and shed the ways of the West, little by little. Ever becoming more galactic, less capitalist. More heart-centered, more minimalist instead of a collector.

Yet we will uproot ourselves though, soon, and take to the road. Visiting the very places from which the bad news emerges. Our hometowns. With many stops in between. Of course, there is bad news here in Central America. No shortage of it. Everywhere, corruption, crime, poverty, murder, massacre, unfairness, outrage. No place is immune.

Nevertheless. We will continue to travel along the path of beauty, exporting love and kindness in all directions for the highest good of all sentient beings.

Thank you, sunrise. Thank you, sunset. Thank you, everything in between. Thank you, friends. Thank you, family. Thank you, everyone.

Lokah samasta sukhino bhavantu. May all beings everywhere be happy and free. May my thoughts, words and actions contribute to this happiness and freedom for all.

Rainy Days and Wednesdays

The rain has been dripping down. Steady, light, nearly constant for the past day and a half. This is what we asked for, but now we complain. Instead of dancing in the rain and celebrating, we hide from it, wait for it to stop.

The plants, trees, earth and lake are graciously accepting the rain. Drip, drip, drip. I feel like curling back up in bed, which I probably will for another half hour. Yesterday, home all day with an energetic little girl and a persistent headache. Today, grateful that the headache has subsided. Breathing, writing, preparing to face whatever this day brings. The birds are singing in the rain.

Hurricane Michael followed by a storm named Nadine. Category 4, aiming to hit the Florida panhandle. I guess that’s where this rain is coming from. Much needed for the crops but is it too little too late? Better than nothing? We’ll be grateful when the sun is shining again and the mud dries up.

I am daydreaming, not meditating. I am writing things for other people, not myself. Usually, they are interesting and enable me to learn something new. Prebiotics is a thing, for example. I have got the healthy wellness inspirational mindfulness yoga niche down pat. Brilliant how things flow when we do what we love and care about. Nasty how it all scrunches up and flips out when we are forced, or force ourselves, into being fake, doing something primarily for the money, sell our souls to buy more crap.

My twenty year high school reunion was last weekend. I had zero desire to attend. My graduating class had almost eight hundred kids in it. I knew maybe a quarter of them.  I’m hosting a mini reunion in mid-November with a handful of friends from those days. The nineties! It will be my first Thanksgiving in Texas in a decade. Two weeks and two days we’ll be there with my family, the TV, stores, cars, going places, playgrounds, toys, everything and more. How different my daughter’s childhood is than my own was. I’d like to write a book about that someday.

December takes us on another pilgrimage to Suramerica,. Oh yes, it’s all happening. Navidad and our daughter’s golden birthday and Carnaval de blancos y negros in the south of Colombia with my husband’s family.

Careful what you wish for; it just may come true.

Enjoy the fall!