Meditation
Travel Journals: A Rainy Season in Costa Rica
Each morning seems to provide new and interesting sounds I have not heard before. Time is endlessly malleable as I make my way onto the shoreline. This morning there is not another soul on the beach. I deeply inhale it all in, allowing my breathing to find its cadence with the incoming tide of the ocean.
This is meditation.
There is no time. I effortlessly find my way to a shaded patch of sand underneath a banana tree. Moving into my breathing and morning meditative exercises, everything seems to flow naturally. My movements continue in sync with the incoming tide.
I decided to forego my usual walk this morning. As much as I crave it and it sets something right within me, my feet over the last few days have developed huge open blisters from the heels to both big and little toes. The rubber garden shoes I bought are fantastic for getting around daily life here, but they were definitely not made for 5 mile walks in the sand with no socks. It seems to be my way to always go about learning life’s lessons in the hardest way possible.
Instead, I decided on a morning swim in the ocean. Delving into the water, I could feel the healing power and rejuvenation in my body, my skin, and my spirit.
It seems we have made life so complicated in the modern world. I feel like all is in perfect balance here. When I returned from my morning ritual it was time for me to pack up my life into my bag and relocate to Apartment 5, just three doors down. New guests are arriving to the studio I have been staying since my arrival. Casa 2.
Moving to Apartment 5 is like a luxury upgrade from my studio. I was eager to move into my new place, made my last cup of 1820 coffee in Casa 2 before moving over. The new tiny apartment is simple and much to my liking. It has everything I need…small kitchen, a very few basic items, nice King sized bed, living and sitting area for workspace, fantastic porch with hammock. good wifi, spartan existence for sure. I am all set.
I celebrated my new home by cutting open a new fresh mango. It was the pure deliciousness of heaven on earth, the simplest of life’s pleasures.
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Field Notes
“There is not a single moment in your life when you do not have everything you need to be happy. Think about that for a moment.”
-Anthony DeMello
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