Life is fragile...

Life is so fragile... I heard the other day that we can live without food for many days, without water for maybe a couple, but without air, without our breath only 6 minutes. Breath is life.

Release into the real world...

Last week I finally got the chance to be part of the release of baby leatherbacks into the Pacific Ocean (www.todostortugueros.com here in Todos Santos). It was a beautiful afternoon while I drove 5 km. north of the Pastora surfbreak. The road becomes very narrow and there is a need to share the space with cows, bulls and horses. Its beautiful and it's rural. Sunset was approaching when I got there. Some of the volunteers were measuring and weighing the baby turtles... beautiful little beings. Others were busy in the invernadero still digging more which had just hatched. Important to not leave any behind. Once they were all accounted for and documented, a long line of people was formed in front of the surf. The little guys were released a few at a time. It seemed so hard to watch their little arms paddle paddle to get ahead and into the water. The surf was rough and it kept washing them back into the sand. some were confused and walked backwards, towards us again. It took a while to coax them all into the big wide world, their world, the ocean. Only one in one thousand survive... what a harsh reality.

Mary had a little lamb...

Mary had a little lamb and it's coat is white as snow. There is something wonderful about witnessing the birth of a lamb and watch how the little one learns to take its first steps, and says it's first baaahhhhh.

Gracias...

Giving thanks after 58 years of life...

I am thankful for life and what it’s brought me. For my husband and my daughter. For all my family members and good friends. For my creativity and lust for life and love. For my beautiful surroundings, for the pounding of the ocean which gets inside my skin. For the pink sunrises that I have experienced and the beautiful sunsets and bright orange skies. For the stars that make me company as I look up at the heavens every night. For my hands and my eyes that bring me visions of color and form. For my ears that tingle with the sound of the chimes, for my brain which helps me analyze and resolve. For my nose that fills with joy when it smells a beautiful plumeria. For my heart which often rides a rollercoaster and for my soul which I am trying so hard to keep plentiful.
Photo courtesy of Julie Gonzalez.

Our mistakes...

Our mistakes and imperfections are the cracks through which the light comes in.

Karma...

Marimar read this quote today at our yoga class "Karma does not come, it is the way we react to it when it comes."

On Balance...

I learned this weekend about Balance and the management or our feminine and masculine energies. Being able to achieve Optimal Energy, helps us achieve Optimal Health and Harmony & Balance in our lives. Like everything it takes focus and practice. Nevertheless my awareness was raised and at the the end of the workshop I felt energy flowing out of my hands profusely...

The cheese stands alone....

On our path through life we weave in and out of people's way. Sometimes we walk side to side with one, or two or many. Sometimes we get to walk alone. These interactions or relationships make a mark in our intellect, our hearts and sometimes in our souls. At some point it becomes clear who we select to walk with, and at times, we look for stillness and for an empty path.

Isla Magdalena...

The Island of Magdalena in Magdalena Bay, is something outstanding. It is a town of 200. A fishing coop. The island has its own desalinization and electricity plants. They are a sustainable society. I believe the breakdown is 130 adults and 70 kids. Very beautiful dunes and vistas, but a very basic existence.

A whale of a time...

Last week some dear friends and I drove to San Carlos to see whales. We were lucky to have a beautiful clear day and see lots and lots of them. It is so impressive to see the size of these mammals (three times the size of our pangas) and yet be playful and friendly with us. They were three or four in a pack. They would dive under our boats and come out the other end. Sometimes flipping their tale or coming up for air, in whichever case got us completely wet. It was a bit like feeling as a five year old again, rolling up our sleeves, leaning over the boats carelessly, for a chance to touch their beautiful almost velvet like skin. It was an experience out of this world ... For me as a piscis, I felt like I wanted to become one with the ocean.

It's a doggone world... here in Baja.

Every Wednesday and Sunday mornings at 7am Lisa, Mir, Nancy and I take off with 10 to 12 dogs (some ours and some not) for a walk down the beach, or one of the desert paths. Sometimes we get to see pink beautiful clouds as the sun is rising, we get to measure the power of the waves, collect garbage trying to keep the beach clean, constantly try to keep the dogs from getting tangled in the fisherman's lines and keep a steady conversation without skipping a beat. It's a good start of a day!