Those places of peace. Where it feels
like heaven meets earth. Where all is calm and peaceful
On the bayou today with the guide. In
the raft floating
The monkeys and birds and crocodiles
and iguanas and turtles. The baby monkey on it’s mother’s back
The way she was calm and loving
The way he paddles
The way he compared the teenager monkey
to himself as a teen “like me”
The way he relaxed in a way I had not
seen in a while-slouched in the raft. No need for anything in his hand.
My mind peaceful and shut off. Forgetting.
Able to forget
The swim in the river. The sweet pineapple
to my lips. The water in my throat
The sweet guide Stefan. A dad so young
The air, the sounds, the chirping.
Nature at it’s best
The way they look at monkeys and the
looks on their faces as they look
The way she leaned into me as she
talked about her future wedding
Then the “soda” Most heavenly meal
served with love
Our thin places
The way he asked me what I did for
work-and the way I answered him-the way it felt ok in my heart
The way I watched them
The way I accepted who I am and where
I am at
Thin places
Belonging to us in our hearts
Sister Savvy uses this expression-“thin places” and I
love it. She and I both read it on a blog that we both love and ever since has
resonated. I love when Savvy uses it when she travels..we found our own thin
place today.
On a safari float. A private one with an excellent guide.
We learnt so much and experienced so much in those few hours. It felt so simple
and so beautiful, the nature, the sounds, the simplicity of the cut up fruit.
Watching my children is simple in life-knowing this was the right thing to do
to bring them here. Making it all matter.
And the the soda (a soda is a family run local
restaurant with no taxes, and very local authentic food) OMG-another incredible
meal. Three of us had spaghetti Bolognese and it was the best ever. Hubby a
sirloin steak and Bear taquitos with cabbage-their version of a taco. Three chocolate
milkshakes , a heaping strawberry daiquiri and a Kaisen malt like beer. Perfecto.
Loved the bench- like picnic tables too. Then to the grocery store for food.
Back to the hotel and we did the circuit of the thermal springs
as a family. Volcanic hot springs…started with warm, went to fresh cold and
then the hot hot ones. All with tumbling waterfalls on our heads. I can’t wait
to post some pics when we are back….so much beautiful nature here.
My Protector and I treated ourselves to couples massages
tonight at the outdoor spa. We got back rubs, foot rubs and facials. I would
have wanted it to last forever was sooooo good.
Tonight we didn’t plan our time or our bellies right and
we stayed in the little hut (our room which is a stand-alone home) and we
thought since a late lunch no need for dinner. So not trueL somehow M&M, chips,
crackers and cheese and cheap cookies are not doing it for us or our hungry
kids. We miss timed tonight and our later excursion tomorrow-but I can’t get it
all right can I?
All being in our little hut side by side is kind of cozy.
It’s kind of odd too-but it’s kind of a thin place. I realize more and more
than I am a very solitary person much of the time. I am in my head a lot. I
dream a lot. I think a lot. I read a lot. I plan a lot. Being in a noisy room with the
four people I love is a whole new experience for me. It’s different. It’s a
thin place for me in some peculiar and odd ways. It forces me into areas of
myself that are harder for me.
Costa Rica is really what I wanted it to be.
I am flooding with the experience of losing my role, my
career, and my life-juts like the water flowing from the volcanic rock. I can’t
stop it..and I don’t want to. I am in a different place in my mind, my heart,
my being. I am here, and now. I am feeling and not feeling at the same time. I
am comfortably numb and also so very much alive. I feel such a loss and an utter sadness in my heart-yet I feel pride in the way I am coping. I am not in denial. I am letting it all flood into me with the crickets and the frogs sounding their sounds outside my windows.
Costa Rica is good for me. It makes me feel new at a time in my life where forward is the only place I have to return to. I have not been given a choice. This is one of the first times in my life where I feel I have had no say.
Tomorrow is canyoning and rappelling down a large
waterfall tied on our waists by ropes.I can’t wait for this adventure. I finish this blog outside on our hut's balcony with a tropical rainfall pouring down. The rain beats down on the tin roof and my son stands in the half outdoor shower washing off the day before sleep becomes us.
The rain comes out of nowhere. Relentlessly.
and pours upon my head