Down There in Mexico
Returning up here, home, from seven weeks down there in Mexico necessitates some serious reintegration. Coming back, life feels easier than before I left, full of more love, gratitude, and abundance, and that is simply a result of how I am showing up. The outcome for this adventure is result beyond anything I could have ever imagined as I departed on the that Airbus, New Years Day. It was a convergence of paths created in a three-year journey, a lot of hard work and faith on my part, the magical energy of the Pacific, at a point of merging Ley Lines, attracting high vibration human beings from all over the planet, resulting in deep authentic connections and remembering so much about who I am. My return ticket is purchased, logistics planned, I am going back, there is more to understand about myself there, I owe that to me, the man here now and the little boy Joshua, to find out what more I can remember, made that decision and had the flight booked before I even returned.
Down there in Mexico, hot water is a luxury item in rural areas, if you are lucky enough to have some sort of water heating system, you might only get a few minutes of hot water, I tried to be grateful for what I had. Back home I find myself indulging in soothing hot bathes in my giant tub, nearly one a day since my return, my tendency for excess being what it is, there have been a few cold days were two or three soaks may have transpired, primarily in the first 72 hours of arrival state side, what a luxury that I missed so dearly while traveling, a soul soothing retreat while reintegrating to the winter temps. Better get back down there writing about Mexico before I get sidetracked any further, daily life in Mexico requires fewer “necessities”, exactly how I like it, forced simplicity in striking beauty, these are places that ignite my spirit, holding a magic of sort, unlocking so much deep within. Taking myself for a ride in a new place for a while, someplace real and authentic, a place you can be whatever you want be, a place that has no memory of who you thought you were, or what you thought you needed, it does me just right!
Then there is my friend Kristen, what a great hostess, just always being a friend, a master gardener, and a all-around great human being. The outdoor shower in her garden, an experience to never be forgotten, like showering in a warm gentle rain fall, the water dripping from the palm leaves, sun and blue sky overhead, birds singing, bare feet on the wet cool stone, all the time in world and an endless supply of smokin’ hot water, simply a showering experience not of this world. She also brought me urgently required supplies when I was vomiting for 15 hours, you know, the essentials, saltines, sprite, coconut water, bananas, and soup, damn was I sick! Nothing brings you down to earth more quickly than the experience of being so sick so far from home, packing up and leaving crossed my mind more than a few times, but I stuck it out, besides leaving seemed near impossible in my feeble condition. Then there was the electric motorbike she rented me, on which I cruised for seven weeks, board shorts, flip flops, hair blowing in the breeze, sun on my back, cool salty air on my face, fresh fruit and eggs in the basket, singing One Drop like nobody was around, and didn’t care if they were, certainly a great pleasure and one of those forever memories, the little unplanned joys, just like the previously mentioned shower. Any play by play highlights of this trip wouldn’t be complete without discussing the pozole de cameron, we were formally introduced my first night in country, a soup, but not just any soup, a fuel of life, in its purest and most pleasurable form, so rich and delicious, it became a regular staple in my diet there. “Hola Amigo! Puedo tener dos pozole de cameron chico, uno para llavar. Por Favor.” My Spanish is a work in progress, so bear with me. We shared some great meals, beach time, and just chillin’ in her magical garden, she is magician with plants, and just a magical person. What a great life she has created for herself. Gracias Amiga!
Coming back to my home, my life here in Indiana, which I love, there is so much beauty here and much for which to be grateful. I love travel but I also love coming home, my people are here, and I love my people deeply. One of the many gifts of travel, remembering, and for me, remembering might be the best part. I am so grateful to have this opportunity in this life, blessed, thankful, and humbled every single day by the sheer concept of what I have created in this collective illusion of energy we believe we live within.
Besides loving on my daughters and running my business, I have been methodically working on my Spanish, having fun strumming through chord changes on my guitar, writing, planning a book project, taking a few soaks in the tub, reconnecting with friends, and slowly trying to integrate all that went down, down there in Mexico, back up into my life here. There is some significant travel on the near horizon, business, and pleasure, sometimes interweaved together, Mexico, Amsterdam, The Sacred Valley in Peru, all before the end of July should keep me in enough writing material for the foreseeable future.
I find myself being called on this journey, a call to self-discovery, to truth, a call to write about it, to share it and just maybe, inspire someone to take their own journey of self-discovery and whatever it might be they want for their lives.
You are already everything you will ever need to be.
What is calling you?
