Words

In Costa Rica, the veil between the physical and spiritual realm is thin for me. The air is heavy and moist and there is a feminine energy, everything is open. The local people are generous and kind. In many ways I feel different here, maybe a better version of myself. I allow myself to be selfish in doing less, observing more, content to be still. The colors of the jungle and hills are vibrant and deep. The ocean is my daily inspiration to paint. I will go on to say I appreciate myself here. I do about the same amount of pondering here, the difference is I am satisfied waiting for answers. I don’t push or react. In this open space, I observe myself being separate from myself, as if I am floating above. I am behind my thoughts, not my thoughts. I watch with acceptance, curiosity, and gratitude. I am alone to experience my rhythm. I am present. There is no need to explain myself here. I use fewer words. I simply am.

True desires revealed, actions speak louder than words

The spoken word is fundamental, yet so often misunderstood

I convince myself I have been direct 

The story I tell myself is the only thing I hear

Undeniable silence will end all delusions

Then I will know my truth, the only thing I hear.