More than enough
I try to stay positive. It has proven to be a worthwhile pursuit for me. If I don't, I can get pretty cranky, and guess what? I end up annoying myself the most. My point is, don't get tired of being happy for me and my adventures. Chances are, I'm just sharing the amazing stuff. Not the stuff like having to clean up iguana poop in an inconvenient place, whose only redeeming quality is how dry it is.
This morning I set my alarm for 5:30am. I wanted to see the big gorgeous moon set in the west. But the sun was already up by then, I really didn't think it through, or even look up when the moon would be setting. I went back to sleep.
Then I went to this thing they call yoga. It was next to the beach, which seemed pretty cool. I tired. I really did. And I didn't laugh, or anything. But it turns out yoga makes me sad. What's up with that? No more group yoga for me, that's all I know. I got something out of it, but man! All the twisting, balancing, breathing the wrong way, trying to catch up to everyone, and wrist strain. If that wasn't awkward enough, I had to add feeling like my eyes were going to tear up. No one warned me about this. No, they said yoga was so peaceful. Not in This Body. I tried to be One With The Universe. I tried to breathe. I tried to not make funny noises when muscles started to cramp up. Ah well.
Then we rode off from the class and I crashed about 30 feet away, in full view of the rest of class, who were still there chatting. I had the old green bike with the missing pedal. The sand was too dry and too deep, and I saw it coming. So I didn't fall, just the bike did. With the yoga mats spilling out of the basket. I had to hold the bike while collecting the partly unrolled mats. Yoga has not yet taught me grace, I can tell you that. I just laughed, got it all back in place and rode on. Being me, I just hoped they all got a chuckle out of it.
Then I was too distracted to think about it anyway. The tide was extra low from the super moon, and it was awesome. The weather was perfect. We could see so much further, parts of the ocean that usually hide under water were exposed. Including a small coral reef! I couldn't go very far, I had to stay in the sandy parts. (yesterday I wore shoes with out socks and lost some skin on my ankle, then wore other shoes that took some skin off the top of a toe on the other foot. See, Life is never perfect. You just choose your focus). I sat on a big slimy rock with Ron, and felt a flick on a finger. It startled me. We are guessing that a tiny crab pinched me, as I set my hand behind me for balance. It didn't break the skin, so it was just funny. Then we saw some small starfish!! The biggest one was probably the size of the palm of my hand. There 3-4 of them that we could see between waves. They were black with long, skinny, wavy arms. Very cool. Then we saw an itsy bitsy eel in a tide pool. Also very cool. Some guy wandered over to us, and tried to explain some things in Spansih. It was so random. Then he wandered off. As we parted, we said: Pura Vida! Which is common here. It's a Costa Rican thing that means Pure Life. What it really means is - Life is Good.
I wasn't planning on a low tide and sight seeing. After that grand bit of adventure I came home dang tired. And broiling hot. And with yet another sunburn. Before noon.
Good, bad, good, bad, good, bad, goodbad. Life is goodbad. I just created my own new word. Life is both. It's always mixed in together.
Now if you will excuse me, I need to slather on some more aloe. I don't recall having the underside of my nose/septum burn before...
This morning I set my alarm for 5:30am. I wanted to see the big gorgeous moon set in the west. But the sun was already up by then, I really didn't think it through, or even look up when the moon would be setting. I went back to sleep.
Then I went to this thing they call yoga. It was next to the beach, which seemed pretty cool. I tired. I really did. And I didn't laugh, or anything. But it turns out yoga makes me sad. What's up with that? No more group yoga for me, that's all I know. I got something out of it, but man! All the twisting, balancing, breathing the wrong way, trying to catch up to everyone, and wrist strain. If that wasn't awkward enough, I had to add feeling like my eyes were going to tear up. No one warned me about this. No, they said yoga was so peaceful. Not in This Body. I tried to be One With The Universe. I tried to breathe. I tried to not make funny noises when muscles started to cramp up. Ah well.
Then we rode off from the class and I crashed about 30 feet away, in full view of the rest of class, who were still there chatting. I had the old green bike with the missing pedal. The sand was too dry and too deep, and I saw it coming. So I didn't fall, just the bike did. With the yoga mats spilling out of the basket. I had to hold the bike while collecting the partly unrolled mats. Yoga has not yet taught me grace, I can tell you that. I just laughed, got it all back in place and rode on. Being me, I just hoped they all got a chuckle out of it.
Then I was too distracted to think about it anyway. The tide was extra low from the super moon, and it was awesome. The weather was perfect. We could see so much further, parts of the ocean that usually hide under water were exposed. Including a small coral reef! I couldn't go very far, I had to stay in the sandy parts. (yesterday I wore shoes with out socks and lost some skin on my ankle, then wore other shoes that took some skin off the top of a toe on the other foot. See, Life is never perfect. You just choose your focus). I sat on a big slimy rock with Ron, and felt a flick on a finger. It startled me. We are guessing that a tiny crab pinched me, as I set my hand behind me for balance. It didn't break the skin, so it was just funny. Then we saw some small starfish!! The biggest one was probably the size of the palm of my hand. There 3-4 of them that we could see between waves. They were black with long, skinny, wavy arms. Very cool. Then we saw an itsy bitsy eel in a tide pool. Also very cool. Some guy wandered over to us, and tried to explain some things in Spansih. It was so random. Then he wandered off. As we parted, we said: Pura Vida! Which is common here. It's a Costa Rican thing that means Pure Life. What it really means is - Life is Good.
I wasn't planning on a low tide and sight seeing. After that grand bit of adventure I came home dang tired. And broiling hot. And with yet another sunburn. Before noon.
Good, bad, good, bad, good, bad, goodbad. Life is goodbad. I just created my own new word. Life is both. It's always mixed in together.
Now if you will excuse me, I need to slather on some more aloe. I don't recall having the underside of my nose/septum burn before...
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