Manifesting Intention

Perhaps for the first time in my life, I am truly grateful for my many blessings, with a clarity of perception never before experienced. A decade ago I would have bemoaned their paucity, but today I am reveling in the richness of my life with an appreciation that somehow seems more pure, more organic. Passing a milestone birthday could have possibly factored in, but there are many more seen, unseen, and unforeseen forces coming into play.

K and I have followed our hearts and a rather powerful magnetic pull to an energetically magical jungle overlooking a beach that has mysteriously attracted whales to meet and mate for centuries. The Monos and Congos and Toucans and Parrots have graciously made a place for us in their paradise to co-exist in verdant tranquility.

But of course, this is not a fairytale, happily-ever-after, freeze-frame kind of moment that I used to long for, and believe in, as a hopelessly romantic child. Life marches on relentlessly, apparently, no matter how idyllic the setting. Mere mortals are just that. Little has changed in that regard. The pandemic is far from contained and the fear and loathing generated by the last decade/millennium have fed upon themselves at an alarming rate. It breaks my heart to watch decency, integrity and veracity somehow wither and die, becoming vestiges of a better time. As a serious co-dependent who has always put the needs of others before my own, usually to a fault, I cringe to witness how selfishness and narcissism have become the new norm. Truth? Whatever…the end justifies the means, as they self-righteously proclaim to themselves.

What has changed for me, even as the world continues to spin in a downward trajectory, is that I have found peace and happiness in an isolated environment, compliments of the pandemic. I have found genuine solace surrounded by my most beloved beings – K, the pups, and all the jungle creatures large and small. Yes, even the biting mosquitos and annoying mud wasps.

My desire for socialization has waned dramatically in large part because social intercourse more often than not begets unwanted and unnecessary conflict. Being friendly with the neighbors is good, but being friends, not so much. We have definitely learned a valuable lesson from our past experience. Once burned, twice shy.

So, as the gentle afternoon rain quenches the insatiable thirst of the jungle, I am humbly, gratefully ensconced in my comfy chair, watching the sunset into the blue-grey ocean.

Namaste 🐒🦜🐳 🙏

May. 7, 2021