That's actually a musical theater reference to "Into the Woods". At my current location, in Nicarugua onthe outskirtsof San Juan del Sur (where my keyboard has gone sticky due to humidity and fine grains of sand), it's truthfully ten midnights gone. Looking down at the calender icon floating on the screen, I am somewhat in denial that the date is the 15th of August, that I've been here for 10 days, and my luxurious three weeks is half over. Oddly, the "I've not accomplished ANYTHING" voice is barely a whisper. The goal was to relax, read, practice yoga, write, and swim in the ocean every day and that is what I've done. The writing has taken a little more practice, but that is to be expected when the brain is rusty and the keyboard sticky.
This is the second time I've been to Costa Dulce, and this morning, no one is up for the pre breakfast, where the ladies of the cucina make coffee and put out fresh fruit, yogurt and granola, and I'm sitting sola with my black coffee and honey, scanning the horizon for the mama whale and her calf that has been sighted. In the time it takes to blink, a rainbow streams out of the cloud cover and beams right down into the pacific ocean. I grab Muriella out of the kitchen and point. A rainbow sighting is rare in my sphere, and you want to share it with someone... immediately if necessary. "Arcoiris" she says and smiles. Within the space of five minutes, it disappears without warning, not even a shimmer. It hits me that I'm with a group of people who are practicing self care - and what wonderful enegy to be in. If I could stay for another week, I would and already thinking about next summer, and where my self care sojourn will take place. I can't be guaranteed that I'll have El Nido if I return here. I've grown so attached to my space. I am grateful that I can traipse down my steps to the beach, to the lookout meditation platform on the ridge or up to the shala so easily and not lose sight of the Pacific ocean, with the constant thunder of the waves in my ears. At night, I wonder if she is feeling anger or sadness or pleasure; the noise can turn suddenly so loud and I wish I was Moana so that I too could speak ocean.
