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I killed a bug while doing yoga today

13 Nov

I’ve been programmed to believe that is wrong.

However, in the moment it felt like a perfectly fine thing to do.

I do not regret my actions, though I do have some remorse for the poor critter whose life I shortened though probably not considerably since insects tend to have very short life-spans comparatively speaking. It did pass my mind that I was doing a service of some kind.

I have a healthy sense that I was an instrument in passing. I don’t have guilt. I don’t feel used, but I don’t feel unaffected either.

I thought about killing it. I considered the consequences. It never crossed my mind to capture the thing in a glass jar with a plate underneath like I usually do for scorpions and tarantulas. It was not dangerous or large or too fast for me to catch. It was just there.

It was just there at that precise moment when I was able to reach my shoe (which is usually behind me, out of reach) with one hand while maintaining my balance, kill the thing and continue with my practice.

Afterward, I did think one thought: I killed a bug while doing yoga today.

Observation #365,012

29 Oct

When you have bars on the windows of your house you tend to get used to them, but it scares other people away.

Sending a mixed message

And that’s the idea right? To protect yourself and what’s inside from what is outside.

If you’ve been living with them for any length of time, you probably don’t even see them anymore. Most of the time you just look right through them, especially when you are looking out on a beautiful landscape. And if you want to take a picture you only have to maneuver slightly so that the rest of the world doesn’t know you’re looking out from behind them.

But people who have never been to your house before will notice. In fact, it may be the first thing they see. They might wonder why and sometimes even ask but usually it just causes a general feeling of fear that they will not address and you won’t realize you should.

I have bars on the windows of the house where I live, but I didn’t put them there. I tell people it’s okay. It’s just so the monkeys can’t get in during the night because we sleep with the windows open. I tell them they won’t even notice after a few days. But I know it’s not for the monkeys, and so do they.

I tell myself it’s okay because they’re the kind that are slender and ornate and match the trim around the windows. And in reality, if someone really wanted to get in they could. They would just have to try a bit harder. And bring some tools.

They’re not the kind that block huge swaths of reality from view. And if they were to be removed, I don’t think it would leave much permanent damage. Just a little fading like when a picture has been hanging in the same spot on the wall for a while.

There are people who need these bars; who like them and think that every house should have them. That you’re asking for big trouble if you don’t have them.

There are people who have been hurt so many times they can’t imagine living in a house without bars on the windows.

But I’m not one of those people. This is not my house. I just live in it. Still, I’m strangely comforted by the bars. I wouldn’t have them removed. I understand about the monkeys and the other things that can come in the night while we sleep. I’ve seen some things would scare some people into living willingly behind bars. But I’m not one of them. Like I said, I just live here. If it was my house I wouldn’t have put them up to begin with, but since they’re here you know, might as well make the best of it.

Have a great week,
The Observer

Tears and Smiles

24 Oct

When life seems to be a lot like the weather in a tropical rainforest – an abundance of sunlight, followed by a torrential rain – we can be grateful that just happens to be the ideal environment for growth.Finca Organica de Carla y Eduardo

What did one vulture say to another over breakfast?

18 Oct

Carrion. Carrion.

Mother What Have You Done?

1 Oct

You crouched behind a rock

Holding the first one

An egg cradled

In your armor

Your amour

The second one was stronger

More like you

Independent, instinctually intelligent

You placed

The third one in his arms when

You thought

It died

For you

Mother, why

Set me to float away

On this dream of love

I’m still alive

It says downstream

With the voice of a man

Exactly

But he doesn’t want to leave

Just yet

No one really does

A little bit louder and a little bit worse

1 Oct

Well, that was the end of a good three-month run of daily postings from the past. It just didn’t seem right not to address the fact that yesterday was the very last post from the loose pages of manuscript that are now very useful bits of scratch paper with random words on the back. Today was one of those picture perfect days on which no one remembers to bring a camera. It was beyond beautiful – even for Costa Rica. So, here’s a picture I took a few days after I arrived.

Under the rainbow

Somewhere under the rainbow

It’s hard to capture the way the light refracts off the seemingly infinite shades of green backlit by a pure azure blue. When you focus on that as I did in this picture, you lose the vibrant rusty-colored red of the roof tiles and the volcanic soil which is just as dramatic. Maybe even more so when you consider that it is just dirt. There’s something about the color of that soil. Words like rich and fertile come to mind immediately. A friend of mine told me that Costa Rica is “a study in contrasts”. I can’t think of one bigger than that between the heavens and the earth.

Muchos cielos,

Costacalle

Chapter 2 – To My Sisters

31 Aug

Sweet young birds you are

Or butterflies

Tasting the nectar of life

Welcoming the sun

Or frolicking in the rain

You grow

Like the strongest vine climbs to the

Top of the tallest building

It will take some time

And patience

But those who have raised you

Will soon come to see you reach your summit

No mountain too steep

No current rough enough

To bring you under

Walk, my sisters, talk together

Open your hearts and minds to exploration

For as sad as it may seem

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing – but our love and adoration

Of each other

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