For a brief time I wished I lived in Toronto… but only for the chilly delirious 7-hour-layover nap at the airport. Now the sound of my typing shadows the cricket lullaby outside my new Cabarete, Dominican Republic home. It’s pretty awesome here. Kind of unreal, uncontrollable lion-like hair, freckles, sticky papaya-fingers and all. I woke up and saw palm trees bathing in morning sunlight. I stood up and saw the sea at the bottom of the sky. Life, thank you.
This was the first day in forever that I didn’t have a schedule. I mean, I was up there on the neurotic scale with my need to get the internet working and taking a dip in the Caribbean waters, but that was about it. Check mark, check mark. Oh, and I got a local cell phone, it’s not like I have enough stuff to lose.
A few quick reflections. A sense of guilt and restlessness follows me around… We live in a world obsessed with efficiency (at least the world I came from). How well we do in life seems to be measured by how busy we are and if we’re not ‘keeping busy,’ boy oh boy your marbles aren’t all in order. But apparently, it doesn’t have to be that way.
I’ve just somehow felt guilty for flunking out on the Edmonton snow, my little cubicle, the immediacy of checking each and every email and Facebook alert, and all other intimidating ‘shoulds.’ Ive spent the last two months working as my own assistant, to the point that I’ve neglected creating and replenishing. When I laid down my yoga mat today, I wanted to pinch myself. The only thing literally pushing me out of balance was this tender breeze. And I didn’t have to dig deep to find a soothing visualization. Or plug my ears with iPod tunes of murmuring waves.
Here’s what’s been feeding my soul today. I was so excited at the idea of blogging from here… that I did.