Posada de las Flores Loreto
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I am thinking of writing about the process of re-calibration: the more deliberate counterpoint to opening to alchemy. I am aware of a significant re-calibration of my whole being and I know that the process has not been accidental.
How we create "home" while we travel, where we take ourselves and for how long, what we expose ourselves to, and how we consciously rehabituate ourselves: they are gently on my ...
... the sea, was on my home shore this morning. I think it came here to die. It let me get to within ten inches of its fine head, its pulsing body, its carefully tucked-in blue webbed feet.
A single mosquito buzzed me in the middle of last night. My own impulse to exterminate suddenly arose again.
But mostly, I like living in such intimate relationship with a myriad of other creatures. In my casa, I do allow the fumigation that specifically ...
... there are many routes back to home.
Then there is noticing what is below me, as I walk awestruck by what is above me.
I'd long ago become familiar with the fish that can be seen from a kayak even a few strokes out from shore: rounding Punta Nopolo, for instance. I used to believe that I had to get out in (at least, on) the water to see those fishes. I walked across the wooden bridge for months (three, in fact) before realizing that if I ...
... can reappear. The next morning, it can vanish again. There is no rhyme to the changes on shore. Every morning is a surprise as we head out to catch the dawn.
Whatever its elements, surprise and planned, physical and ethereal, it will be a happy Christmas.
It is easy here for me to be non-materialistic in Christmas ways. Food, and time together, are our gifts to neighbours. Thankfully, I don't get turned on by the surfeit of junk that crowds the town right ...
... why I still cannot properly conjugate any of the Spanish verbs, and what is the fail-safe way to converse more formally and use at least the simple past tense. I wonder why I haven't yet produced a book, a new art form, or at least a more evolved being--and, hey, twenty-three days have already passed. I decide that I had better take stock.
So I start to count. Counting -- simply, methodically, observing and listing without judgment, just counting what ...