The mystery unfolds. Who would have guessed that a month after my health ordeal I would be in Costa Rica. The ticket was free. I was hosted by Jude and Theo, two very dear people who I now appreciate more deeply, if that is possible. The perfect person bought Kenny’s dive suit and a little pocket money appeared. The dive suit will be worn by a dear man panning for gold in Alaska with his son. I think Kenny would like that. I have to rethink my ideas of abundance. This feels abundant to me.
I am sending along an entry from my journal on the trip. I returned home the 29th and awoke the next morning to an inch of snow. It was beautiful. Beautiful green in Costa Rica … beautiful variety here in the Northwest.
The howler monkeys awoke me with their roar. Their primal sound entered my heart, mind and soul, took possession and then as quickly as it began, they were gone. Birds, trees, plants are abundant. Cut off a branch, stick it in the ground and it grows. That’s how David planted most of the grounds. What looks like manicured grass is a short green mat, no more like a thatch, made of leaves broader than shards of grass.
The first rain I’ve seen came during the night. It was short, sweet, and cleansing, defrocking the leaves of their accumulated dust. Movement is all around. As I sat on the porch last evening and this morning all about me was a teeming mass of movement. I could feel the landscape breathe. Orchids peek out of every nook and cranny, amazing me with their diversity, so many colors and sizes.
David walked me to a window this morning and shared the moment he watched Susie through the same tall pane of glass. She was covered by Morphos, the beautiful blue butterflies. He won my heart with his story. I could see the love in his eyes. It was more present, more palpable, than his physical presence. He seemed to melt into the memory.
Time seems extended, timeless and yet not slow, neither fast nor slow, nor concept at all. So much is taking place, so many connections, new people, new places, long drinks of presence. Dancing with Susie and David this morning, walking the grounds, sharing stories and connection. My walk with Jude to the guanacaste tree on their 14 hectare farm with John and Ed, all the while graced with leisurely conversation. The drive to Nuevo Arenal, then to Tilaran for lunch and to pay taxes. Sitting in the sun in the small town’s square, walking, eyes meeting so many eyes. Ola. Ola. Stopping at the pet store, the farmacia, the return drive to Monteverde across the miles of gravel road, bouncing, taking in the scenery, sharing laughter and love. Where is time? A shower, catching up on email, dinner, petting the dogs, long luxurious pets, journaling and its only 7 pm.