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... is the process of unmasking, letting go, and opening the mind and heart."
Bit by bit, here in the desert, I learn anew the wisdom of stepping right into the river, to completely and fearlessly embrace the groundlessness of being human.
And as I close this post, a hummingbird again comes to visit. I laugh with the recognition of needing no umbrella here. I bundle up for a shore walk. I send love to you all.
... care of house and mail for us in Canada).
Arthritic pain is my partner's other companion, affecting her stamina and comfort, so having this time now is doubly precious, while cobblestone paths, rather treacherous spiral staircases and many a broken sidewalk are still navigable for each of us . . . and the charm of dusty, quirky, twisty places is not lost on us.
As in Provence, where stone ...
... is late enough in the year for swimming holes at canyon trail ends to have largely disappeared.
So I collect hikers' notes, talk with others about their treks and their climbs, and buy the latest guide books, including technical explanations offered by the palaeontologists who are making fresh discoveries every season in Baja. Some year I will become a Taborite too. After that, I will probably want to return ...
... I now felt disgruntled by the requirement to bring new (non-blog) work every Wednesday, a responsibility that I had earlier welcomed. Neither was I finding "fun" in the phrasing homework assigned by my Spanish instructor, or in the scheduling of those classes, or in the question of what kind of meal to serve neighbours, the necessity of driving to another town to buy all ingredients, the very idea of swimming. Uncomfortable in my skin and the ...
... to the Pacific shore again and on the state line between Baja California Norte and Baja California Sur.
The driving takes relentless concentration, but it is otherwise not taxing. For many hours of each of our driving days on the peninsula, we encountered little traffic, probably thanks to the recent and fierce storms. We drove occasionally in fog, which made the Baja feel like a Chinese brush painting, and for one hour in a light mist of rain, but ...