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... br> Now even Juan was hooked on it.
Ken and I laid back on one of the lounges on the bridge and chatted with Juan. Daniel climbed the circular staircase that led from the main deck carrying two ice cold beers and handed them to us. "Muchas gracias, Daniel." we thanked him. Throughout the voyage, Daniel was ever present, bringing us refreshing drinks, snacks, pillows and cushions to make our lives more comfortable. In the morning, ...
... of how she, too, would love this place.
Smooth worn surfaces that my feet find agreeable, wide open spaces that beckon welcome, slightly rough walls mostly bare of adornment, hammered metal mirror frames, rustic dressers, bowls of bony sea urchin, sweet voices singing today that "my bride is going to come," ukulele lilt in the morning air, and now, as my gaze lifts to the bay, memory rising of a sister's ketch and Bahamian sailing days with her. Soul sisters are ...
... the flame directly -- neither now or whenever an impulse of will arises in me -- and pull out the changed ore of Sylvia. There is nowhere to reach, after all. I am what is in the quiet flame of alchemy.
So, as the alloying occurs, I keep on walking in the bright flame of Baja life. I don't bother to try to figure things out. I just practice noticing what is around me: the landscape, for example, that remains ...
... I notice more of the sea, more of the desert, more of the creatures, more in the faces of the human creatures, more of the expression in eyes. I hear more. I see more. I taste more. I am touched more by conversational nuance, energetic pulls, tensions in tribal life here, dances between people, flashes of happiness (in others as well as within me), story lines, possibilities, patterns and treasures.
Next week we are travelling north and then ...
... the first ever Christmas in the glow of El Sol. And Christmas Eve in one of the planet's Dark Sky Preserves. O Holy, Starry Night!
You can imagine us on our roof, standing still under the stars, notes of a Basque carol that Catherine has found (recording by the Manchester Cathedral Choir) washing over us.
I feel blessed, as this calendar year ends, by the good company I have enjoyed in all the weeks since arriving here in Baja Sur: the other ...