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More storms are predicted for this summer than in any of the last twenty years. An eerie change occurs as I write these words. Catherine and I have just eaten supper in our mirador (third storey tower room). It is our last evening to really enjoy this room before we move the heavy furniture out of its convenient arrangement for people pleasures and store it to minimize property damage during the coming tropical storms. Catherine has gone ...
... to gaze inward and to shift my position on this other back, to adjust animal me on spirit animal as this ride continues. This is travel too. I will kayak later, and I sit now.
I lift my gaze, letting it skim like a flat rock over the hammered silver of fish feeding on something unseen. I soon catch the bright flash of Cece and Tim, their bodies like shadow under sea as they snorkel to the spires, their limbs moving fluidly as a dancer's practiced glide, Tim's hip ...
... though, and there is nothing like being bedridden to make me crave any sort of social life again!
(One day of sleeping around the clock is GOOD. More than that . . . hmmm.) But neither one of us in this household is yet well enough to join the boisterous public fiestas at music joints in town tonight.
So I celebrate New Year's Eve and Day as a time of stillness, beauty, spaciousness and thankfulness . . . and walk ...
... in, oh, the first or second week I was here. Get inspired by this hike and then hike more canyon trails: that was my idea. Maybe also do a two or three day guided hike or a mule ride far into the upper ranch country of the Sierra de la Giganta.
I haven't yet gotten more than a couple of hundred feet above sea level, and I may never! I am thoroughly enjoying both the adventure and the minutiae of ...
... of bare land: a parcel of 30 house lots. In the original vision for this settlement, it was to be a "beach club," its extra swimming pools filled with salt water, its landscaping maintained with grey water from the houses, its nearby home owners watered with the outpour from the intended desalination plant.
For twelve years, it has stayed, ingloriously, dirt. There are no swimming pools there, no horticultural beauty, and no nearby desalination plant ...