In my roommate's room, a pair of pants hang over the back of the chair I'm sitting in and I can't stop thinking, "Are these pants mine...?"
Saturday, August 20, 2022
2 weeks
Friday, July 22, 2022
Celebration
Friday, July 8, 2022
Getaway
Friday, June 17, 2022
Grandma
Thursday, May 12, 2022
Breathe Bitch
Monday, April 11, 2022
Transition
Sunday, April 10, 2022
Not A Pretty Girl
Wednesday, March 2, 2022
Dusk
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
2021
Thursday, December 2, 2021
Surf camp!
In March, Yuki mentioned something about going to a surf camp with her husband Colin and asked if I would be interested in joining them. YES. A few weeks later we were registered for a week long surf and yoga retreat in Costa Rica over Thanksgiving week. Perfection.
Then this summer happened. Sigh. There's so much I haven't written, but the quick summary is that everything turned out okay. But, it's funny how life can take something lovely and filter it through a lens that completely changes it from lovely to a deeply felt blessing.
This retreat was a great adventure wrapped in a deeply felt blessing.
Here are the things:
- Yuki and Colin - great friends to travel with
- Tiny plane ride from SJO to Tambor - beautiful (the second first time around) :)
- Hotel Tropico Latino was right on Playa Santa Teresa - gorgeous
- Sunsets
- Howling monkeys in the mornings
- SURFING
- Learning so much
- Great instructors and company all around
- Bioluminescence tour with the stop at the beautiful private island
- Zip lining upside down!
- Shopping in the tiny town
- So much food at every meal
- Little surprises throughout the week (shirts, coconuts, awards)
- Being in the warm ocean
- Battling the waves
- A nice deck with a hammock to hang out on in the afternoons
- Kundalini yoga
- Morning yoga
- The best massage
- Little local eateries
Tuesday, November 2, 2021
Sunset
Sunday, September 26, 2021
Make a wish
Monday, July 19, 2021
Time
Hard news has a way of reshaping reality.
In the past couple of months, I've been managing a close friend's serious illness, a parent's failing health, and an old friend's sudden passing... and, in the midst of the ongoing pandemic it all magnifies, making sure I take stock, and making unnecessary conflict or hardship so evident while still being strangely hard to personally manage.
I was talking to someone the other day who was mad about what appeared to be a misunderstanding. She was actually hurt and scared it was just showing up as mad. I asked her if that's how she wanted to feel. She said, "that's how I've felt for many years...", and I stopped her and gently said, "that's not the question that I asked.". I followed with, "I think given recent circumstances it's clear that we don't know how much time we have; maybe it's worth it to tell him that you're hurt and scared."
Have you seen the movie Raya and the Last Dragon? It points to our human tendency to blame and take and makes a somewhat clumsy case for us to trust and connect instead. Clumsy because the approach is sweet and naive and fails terribly a few times -- but, in the end, it's the only way forward. Almost like, no matter how callow it may seem, you have to just keep doing it until it works. And then it works.
It was Mark Twain that said, “Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth.”