I’ve started taking my quiet time at dusk out by the swimming pool. I sneak out like a teenager going for a smoke, and start my routine. Soon I have moved into the portion of my meditation that involves free movement and letting go of inhibitions. In it’s milder form it is known as swaying willow, but at its more expressive it is referred to as five animal play. I’m feeling pretty expressive today. I hear an odd noise close by in the bushes.
via Animal Play in Costa Rica
I now know, in a very visceral sense, how much power that water has. It had a enough to trap to me once, to hold me under until I thought I well might die, and all my will and strength were nothing compared to its casual, everyday force. In a similar battle I would lose again. I would lose every time.
The sound of change in Costa Rica
Clearly most of us on the bus have never seen a bombed building before, but a sense of respect prevents us from pulling out cameras.
A Lot of Pissed-off People ………. (thoughts from Belgrade)