Barring the most heroic of journeys, Mt.Everset and
Kiliminjaro included, and more inclined toward the trials endured by your
average intrepid voyager, airports and the myriad ways of discomfort and delay
they are adept at administering by the resulting demand to our practice of patience and
fortitude, surpass the most challenging of situations.
We have arrived safely, contentedly, and nourished in ways
we are still yet to know, back to Ashland. Spring arrived during our departure,
and we are welcomed back by blooming daffodils, quince, flowering almond,
camellia, and in my opinion, the queen of this time of year’s heavenly scents,
daphne odora. Our hearts rejoiced in grateful union to the snow pack and
swollen rivers we viewed from the metal bird that carried us.
It will be a long while before the taste of agua pipa (
fresh cold coconut water) leaves our memory. However, regardless of what
earthly pleasure we might be embracing at any given moment, our shared quiet
and often laughter-filled delicious harmony is what has penetrated most deeply
into my heart.
Sophia, David, and I created a place of mutual consideration
and beauty only to match that which resided around us in both the natural and
social environment. We found that Pachamama responded to our peaceful heart
song by sharing openly her countless ways of exquisite expression at the places
we visited. The people that we encountered responded to our joint mirth with
ease and acceptance. We treated each
other with baskets and urns and botellas full of the same, of course, and slipped
easily into a soft, malleable configuration of ways to travel and stay and play
and dance and cook and eat and sing and breathe together.
Sophia ventured forward to continue her quest with another
member of our ever growing family, Ari. After traveling all together to the border crossing at Los
Chiles C.R., we bid them farewell to enjoy the boat ride along a small river
gliding through the jungle that would eventually take them to the town where
David and I ventured together last year, San Carlos, Nicaragua.
That David and my intended plans for Bali and Australia ended
in Costa Rica with Sophia and me doing ceremony together and deepening our
ever-growing adoration of each other, and then the three of us traveling together culminating with the
additional light that is Ari, speaks to the path of the heart that is always
choosing the correct course, the course of highest intention, regardless of
what we think we are doing or where we believe we are going.
This pathway of highest intention, of course, is borne of,
resides within, and expresses outwardly through gratitude and love, love and
gratitude. We watched a beautiful video
while we were gone called “Water”, which showed among other many beautiful
aspects of water its capability for response to even written words of
positivity or negativity. The clarity of
both color and crystalline structure bespeaks the way that we humans also
respond. The conclusion of the film
spoke of all of the gifts that water bestows upon us and that all it asks in return is “love and
gratitude”. How perfectly clear and
simple! Water is such a great teacher
for pathways and flow. Be like water,
she says. We respond with love and
gratitude.
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