There are times in my life when I feel inclined to give strangers on the internet a play by play of my inner and outer world. Now is not one of those times.
I hope you will understand.
What I will tell you is that life in the blue zone has been really great the past week. At a cacao ceremony on Friday night, the facilitator said the jungle in Costa Rica will either welcome you in or spit you out.
Maybe Costa Rica has a disorganized attachment style and could use some Internal Family Systems work.
Regardless, I’ll ride the euphoric wave it has offered me this past week by way of swimming in waterfalls, cacao ceremonies and dancing in the rain with a group of 10+ beautiful people, ecstatic dance church on a Sunday morning where upon stepping onto the hardwood floor I immediately got full body chills (and simultaneously boob, thigh, and butt crack sweat) and heard a voice that said,
“There is a life here for you if you want it.”
As I started moving in the most ridiculous way I heard my own voice say,
“Finally something I can’t fuck up.”
For as much shit as Liz Gilbert got from some women for “Eat, Pray, Love” (the argument I heard was how privileged she was to go find herself and get a book deal out of it…but this was also spoken by my dead best friend who was going through a divorce, raising four kids, running her own business, and facing foreclosure on her house…so her response was understandable)…I think her experience was expansive in what they too could uncover in solo travel.
When I returned to Boulder after the Camino, I received a tarot reading from this older woman at a plant store. One of the first things she said to me was that I needed to try ecstatic dance.
Two years later, she and the cards were right.
I slept TEN hours last night and didn’t move the entire night. I am a ‘wake up and pee at least two times a night’ kind of gal, so this was epic.
At the farmers market on Saturday, I spoke to this guy who sells coconut butter mixed with all things HEAVEN (cacao, cinnamon, vanilla, honey, etc). He lives up the mountain about 20 minutes (which I will not be visiting due to car PTSD) with his family. In his 20’s he visited Costa Rica from Los Angeles and knew he wanted to move here, start a family and have his own farm.
“So, you have all of that now?” I asked him.
“I do.”
“Does Costa Rica feel like the biggest life hack?” I asked.
“YES!” he said.
That’s what I have been feeling this past week. Like I figured out a life hack and escaped the matrix but there is a clock ticking somewhere and someone is going to call me and tell me I have to exit this tropical video game with magic mushrooms, ecstatic dance, nude dipping in rivers (I’m not there yet), empanadas, ceviche, tropical fruit and cosmic connections.
So all I have to say if you are still in the matrix is I love you and please don’t call me.
I like it here.
We kick off the 8-week Fall Generative Writing Workshop tonight, meaning THERE IS STILL TIME TO JOIN. You can also drop-in during the series if you can’t make the whole thing. But the community and co-regulation from the series is (in my opinion) worth coming to for the whole 8-weeks.
Register HERE
I highly recommend these writing classes! Soooo good! Wish I could make it to these series but shoot since drop ins are available, I just might be able to make one or two!!! 🙏🙂🙏