I do not know. I do not know if today is one of those “easy” days. It is just a day. I project forward to the days when I live in a warmer climate-Florida seems my only option right now-that my days will be easier.
For me, it is really just that simple thing: Dressing for 75° weather. The same shorts as yesterday, a T-shirt and flip flops. Dressing for 0° is such a chore. You are always dressed for 75°. I envy my future. No damaging winds, no broken snowblower and generators. No wind thrusted stinging glass shardish ice crystals sandblasting my exposed face in my warm Russian hat.
This am, pondering whether life was easy or not and looking for comparisons, I turned to Grok. I asked about the happiness of ancient and contemporary Hunter/Gatherers. You just walk around in the cool of the day finding food, resting with the tribe when it is too hot, then going to sleep to do the same thing the next day. No traffic noise. No constant recurring drone of C5’s overhead every couple hour. No commercial signage anywhere. No smart phone distractions.
I grant, the tribe must keep watch for the occasionally hungry feline in the distance or the super venomous snake underfoot, but what will be, will be. And occasionally ala the movie “The Gods Must Be Crazy,” a mission will appear giving purpose to ones and the tribes life. Taking a trek to the God cliff and tossing an actual glass coke bottle over the edge into the void because it did not belong where it was found, and God likely wanted it returned. Simplicity.
This morning, off the back deck, in the not near as cold aftermath of the bitter gale force winds the last few days, I was greeted by the white tail deer that I had ever seen at the edge of the forest. One of the deer was huge, and looked more like a big well-fed horse from 200 yards or so. Today, because of lack of any other vector, I’ll say I am driven by the spirit of 8 deer. It must mean something, and I am hoping it is warmer days ahead.
It sounds like you are in a place feeling nudged to change, and it is always a process, and often a challenging one. I like to look up the spiritual meaning of animals I see. I used to see deer when I lived in Sedona. And vultures.
LOVE LOVE LOVE, Terra!! That room, the bedding, the gorgous flowers and soup fo your hotel in Ataca!! Your red glasses and wine and ice cream dessert. The beautiful typewriter and sparkle in Juan's eyes. Thank you for giving me a weekly dose of life somewhere warmer, somewhere brighter, somewhere with iguanas, somewhere burgeoning with possibilities........❤️❤️❤️
Bless you Jacqueline. I really mean it. Thank you so much. I am thinking of you here. I just finished the final rewrite of the end of my book. It is 1pm and I texted a woman who agreed to read it and help me move on to the next steps. The climate here (based on my few days of experience) is amazing. Truly mild. I can lie in the sun, and put on a sweater for dinner. The town is very, very tiny. But when you come visit, I would definitely check out the Ruta de Las Flores area. Life is burgeoning with possibilities not matter where you are my magical, talented friend. And you are going to bloom no matter what. But it sure helps to have some sun at times...
I do not know. I do not know if today is one of those “easy” days. It is just a day. I project forward to the days when I live in a warmer climate-Florida seems my only option right now-that my days will be easier.
For me, it is really just that simple thing: Dressing for 75° weather. The same shorts as yesterday, a T-shirt and flip flops. Dressing for 0° is such a chore. You are always dressed for 75°. I envy my future. No damaging winds, no broken snowblower and generators. No wind thrusted stinging glass shardish ice crystals sandblasting my exposed face in my warm Russian hat.
This am, pondering whether life was easy or not and looking for comparisons, I turned to Grok. I asked about the happiness of ancient and contemporary Hunter/Gatherers. You just walk around in the cool of the day finding food, resting with the tribe when it is too hot, then going to sleep to do the same thing the next day. No traffic noise. No constant recurring drone of C5’s overhead every couple hour. No commercial signage anywhere. No smart phone distractions.
I grant, the tribe must keep watch for the occasionally hungry feline in the distance or the super venomous snake underfoot, but what will be, will be. And occasionally ala the movie “The Gods Must Be Crazy,” a mission will appear giving purpose to ones and the tribes life. Taking a trek to the God cliff and tossing an actual glass coke bottle over the edge into the void because it did not belong where it was found, and God likely wanted it returned. Simplicity.
This morning, off the back deck, in the not near as cold aftermath of the bitter gale force winds the last few days, I was greeted by the white tail deer that I had ever seen at the edge of the forest. One of the deer was huge, and looked more like a big well-fed horse from 200 yards or so. Today, because of lack of any other vector, I’ll say I am driven by the spirit of 8 deer. It must mean something, and I am hoping it is warmer days ahead.
It sounds like you are in a place feeling nudged to change, and it is always a process, and often a challenging one. I like to look up the spiritual meaning of animals I see. I used to see deer when I lived in Sedona. And vultures.
Beautiful space Terra, and I love your connection to your intuition. 🙏💜✨
Thank you. The connection helps me a lot…😉❤️
I love the surroundings you have created for yourself, and the beautiful environment where you live. 🥰
LOVE LOVE LOVE, Terra!! That room, the bedding, the gorgous flowers and soup fo your hotel in Ataca!! Your red glasses and wine and ice cream dessert. The beautiful typewriter and sparkle in Juan's eyes. Thank you for giving me a weekly dose of life somewhere warmer, somewhere brighter, somewhere with iguanas, somewhere burgeoning with possibilities........❤️❤️❤️
Bless you Jacqueline. I really mean it. Thank you so much. I am thinking of you here. I just finished the final rewrite of the end of my book. It is 1pm and I texted a woman who agreed to read it and help me move on to the next steps. The climate here (based on my few days of experience) is amazing. Truly mild. I can lie in the sun, and put on a sweater for dinner. The town is very, very tiny. But when you come visit, I would definitely check out the Ruta de Las Flores area. Life is burgeoning with possibilities not matter where you are my magical, talented friend. And you are going to bloom no matter what. But it sure helps to have some sun at times...