Have I written about fears already?? Oh well, never hurts to talk about them again. LOL. Fears Part 1 Fears. Yours will trick you. They will convince you to stay home, to hide from the world, to play small. Don’t listen. Your fears will tell you stories and tales about how dangerous the world is, how scary, how threatening. Your fears will lie to you and tell you are you are not good enough, not smart enough, not resourceful and strong enough. These lies will create all kinds of barriers for you. As we believe our thoughts, sometimes, we get drawn off course. Sometimes waaaay off course. Your fears will divert you, waylay you, and deceive you. Do not listen to them. Fears are a natural part
I am so happy I could cry. In fact, it is so beautiful here, I DID cry. My senses are soothed. My eyes feast on the view. My ears on the waves crashing to shore. My nose, the aroma of sea water, sun and dry coconut husks in the hot air. My skin, the softness of the humidity, sun and warm breeze. Every cell of my body lets go. I feel whole, I feel complete, I feel ... unbroken. I swam in the sea and duck dove under the big surfable waves. I meditated on the beach and ate ice cold ceviche. Best day ever. Sacrificed my green sarong from the South Pacific to the beach dogs who played with it and tore it to shreds playing tug of war. Great fun for them! I watched them from the surf, my heart ful
A BIRDS EYE VIEW Once I got over the initial shock of traveling solo again. I began to remember how it felt to be free and me. Up above the clouds so high, you really do get a bird's eye view, not just of the earth below, but of your life that transpires there, there on the surface of the earth below. When you are down there, living that life, it is easy to forget how interconnected we all are with eachother, the natural living world, the living breathing planet herself. It becomes business as usual to become solely focused on what is going on on our own little plot of earth, our own square world. It is easy to forget about the rest of the world and our part in it, in the grande scheme of
I am remembering why I love traveling. It's the not knowing where you are going and having to actually PAY ATTENTION, to signs, to what is happening around you. It is relying on the kindness of strangers and having to have your "wits" about you, staying alert, like a wildcat in the jungle. Not getting lazy, fat and complacent, staying on your toes. Traveling keeps you YOUNG because its not routine. It's not mind numbing sameness, day after day. Travel keeps you sharp because it's a survival thing. Sometimes you don't know where you are going to eat, where you are going sleep or how you are going to get from point A to point B. Nothing is taken for granted and that makes us feel alive. It
