Pacific Specifics

I have spent some quality time with a friend who is 93 years old. I am learning that each day has two gifts. One is what the day gives to you, and the other is what you give to your day. When your 94th birthday is in three days, you begin to see that each day is a precious miracle of it's own. Today was about facing my fears of riding a motorbike. Spending time with a friend who has seen a lot in her long life. Walking home down the beach with my feet in the water. Going to watch another sunset, and jumping in the waves, and watching a big rainbow appear. Making onion soup for dinner. And if that wasn't enough, I found something else that reminds me of the joy in being flawed and fabulous. All this beauty has me worn out like an old dance floor.

We leave in 2 days. I started packing last night. We will get off this dirt road, travel on a paved road for about half an hour, then take another half an hour on more dirt road. The last part of the trip is up a steep driveway to our new destination. So I can reflect once again about the whole Destination vs The Journey to get there. We are going to house sit. Once again I get asked questions, the kind where I hesitate to even guess at the answer. Where is it? Ok, it doesn't have an address, but I could find the latitude and longitude if I tried. It's less than half a mile from a tiny town called Huacas that appears to have one store, and under 900 residents. There are no real street names, no numbers on houses, and there are at least two towns called Huacas in Costa Rica. This is the itty bitty version. How long will we be there? Ron says two months or more, the owner says until the place is sold, and I say: "Bring it on". I'm going with the flow this year....

It sounds so romantic and adventurous to say: "I'm living a life beyond compare!" But what if it means I want to live a life with much less comparing? Wouldn't that equal less jealousy, less envying, less coveting? Wouldn't that free me to enjoy what I already have? I spent my whole life saying: "Well, I'm not as educated as that woman in college". "But I'm making better choices than that woman in jail". Why do I always seek to compare? I'm skinnier than that woman, but not as skinny as another who just walked by. So what? The problem I have with being trained to compare is that it's a form of judgment to assign a value. I'm skinnier, I guess that's a reason to feel good about myself? I'm not as skinny, so that's a reason to feel bad about myself? How about accepting who I am? It's part of the mindset of never being enough. Of not being ok with myself. I want to be "enough". I've had enoug...

Do people still do that? Do they still make and try to follow five year plans? I don't have plans for the next five days. Is that because I'm lost? Or because I am found? I am seriously trying to see where 2018 wants to take me. I'm trying to make the best of whatever Is (not make the best of my past, or make the best of what will be, but stay in the Present moment). I'm trying to not complain, but to see beauty and learning in everything. I'm trying to "grow where I'm planted". Or transplanted, as the case may be. It seems like a lot my life has been inspired by frustration. I'm still want a life of inspiration, but the more peaceful kind. Maybe this blog is a reminder to myself to keep doing things worth writing about. Five years ago did I have a plan? In January of 2013 where was I? Apple Valley in California. The high desert. We had lived there for five months, after living in Las Vegas for many years. We rented a cute little house, we had t...

I do so many things without thinking about it. Then I get ready for bed one night and I think about pillows. I don't know a single soul who sleeps without one. Snorenation.com has an article about how some people don't use one, and some people swear they need three in order to sleep well. Every house and hotel I've ever been in has pillows on the bed. I am free to question everything now, right down to my pillow and right up the heavens above. With my altered way of thinking sideways I started with the God/Universe questions and ended with the pillow questions. I have never known life without a pillow. Except a few times camping, I suppose. A few crashes on a couch, maybe. I decided to try sleeping without a pillow last night. What if it really did help my spine to align if I slept without one? I know that if I have the wrong kind of pillow it will bug me all night long. I was too busy sleeping to really notice much, but I remember a few things. It seemed to work at fi...

Let me tell you what I learned last year. I learned how to love Life. I learned that a little appreciation goes a long way. I learned that it's a choice to Let Love Win. I learned to expect great things. The great unexpected things in 2017 were astounding. A trip to Europe! What? Back to Costa Rica. Four months in the States again. Back to Costa Rica again. Serious book writing efforts. Guess what happened so far in 2018?? I manifested something that I could only dream of last year. And I have grand hopes that it only gets better. It is, after all, only January 4th. So it started in the last week of December. I made a new friend. I randomly offered to do a little writing project with him. He gave me a book to read that he thought I might like, even though we just met. The book was so fantastic I had to put down the good book I was already reading. I'm so in love with this book, sentence by sentence, loving it more with every flip of the page. All good, right? But it gets bet...