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hazy like the heart

Hazy like the Heart

Escucha me, escucha me
Si el hecho de mi esta en mi al corazón
Dime porqué, dime porqué
De tal amor dentro a mi corazón

Yo voy caminando
a la montaña donde naci

No puedo vivir
A la noche del camino ir
Al del cielo
Yo miraba una estrella
No puedo vivir
Al lado del camino ir
Que no vivo
Pasa el tiempo

Listen to me, listen to me
If it is real, it’s inside my heart
Tell me why, tell me why
There is love like this, inside my heart

I’m walking to
the mountain where I was born
I can’t live
Going to the road night
To the sky
I was looking at one star
I can’t live
Walking aside the road
I don’t live
Time is passing

-GYPSY KINGS

The heart wants what it wants despite the facts of reality.  My dreams are ladden with visions of something I cannot and probably should not have.  Acceptance comes slowly.

Away from the city sounds. I wash my soul with the ocean waves watching them cliffside from the back yard.  On the edge of the precipice I watch the hawks rise and float on the wind, closing my eyes to feel the wind too.

The city beckons and calls, my oasis near  the water gives me the caress I long for……

 

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ImageWILD and UNTAMED

I face the churning sea and know I am looking into the mirror of my soul.  Volatile and simmering with possibility.  I can feel the power in the moist air, droplets of mist cover me. MAYA, and her veil of illusion keep me tied to hope.  I keep coming back, yet each time my armour is pierced and I live with the scars.  The Earth is a beautiful and terrifying place.  Wars are waged and people are dying all over Her offering searching for freedom and truth.

I live in the United States of America, and despite any quarrels Americans have with their government, we are so very lucky, so very lucky.

Welcome Back

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Excalibur 2009

Excalibur 2009

There are some fates one cannot escape.  I once had dreams of living on a sailboat or an RV, traveling with my home.  I don’t know if I really expected it to become reality, but now it has.  I have made a conscious decision by purchasing this boat, that a part of my life will now revolve, flow, exist with the ocean.  A path forged, sown so long ago, beginning in my childhood has fruited many, many years later.  I played with the idea before, when I owned a 27 foot Catalina.  But now, I am playing with the big fishes…or whales, a 46 footer with a steel hull.  Blue water passages, here I come.

Near the mouth of the Panama Canal

Near the mouth of the Panama Canal

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Tracking

Tracking

I spent five days at the UNESCO world heritage site, Coiba Island National Park assisting with bird tracking research. The island is 46 miles offshore encompassing 150 miles of unspoiled beaches. It is the largest island in Central America, about the size of Barbados. Coiba island is also one of the last places in Central America where the Scarlet Macaw (Ara Macao) can be found in the wild and in large numbers. The sight of a flock of Macaws flying overhead was humbling, I was stunned, paralyzed and unfortunately was unable to fish out my camera fast enough. The island has three endemic subspecies, the Coiba Mantled Howler monkey (Alouatta Coibensis), the Coiba Agouti (Dasyprocta Coibae), a short tailed, plant eating large rodent, the size of a domestic cat. Finally, a bird species I helped the ornithologists to track, the Coiba SpineTail (Cranioleuca Dissita).

Greeting the morning sun from Coiba Island

Greeting the morning sun from Coiba Island

We woke up every morning at 5AM groggily fixing snacks and bottling cold water for our trip and arrived onshore  to meet a boat that took us to a remote area Coiba where we spent about 5 hours hiking through dense jungle along a marked transect.

Vine Portal

Vine Portal

The path was hacked with a machete through the vegetation, an almost impenetrable tangle of vines and bushes and marked with colored markers tied to small trees or branches. We walked steadily through the jungle, grabbing onto vines for hand holds, using roots, rocks, and small trees to steady us as we meandered up and down inclines following the Spinetail and Ruddybacked dove calls and searching for nests.

Knots

Knots

The ground was packed with leaves and rotting foliage in certain areas, careful not to slip, each step measured for reliability. It was intense, and I loved it. With each deep breath, I filled my lungs with a variety of smells, sweet and fragrant from the newly blossoming flowers, since the rains began just a day or two ago.

Hungry Honeybee

Hungry Honeybee

Yet, as the day progressed the humidity and heat rose so our clothes were drenched,we sweat as much as the water we drank. Invigorated as we neared the end of the transect we sat in a clear patch to eat a snack, comparing our observations.

I learned so much on this journey, met some brilliant ornithologists and feel closer to the natural world around me.

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RAYSin the Sun...

RAYSin the Sun...

More gushings...

More gushings...

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Intent

Intent

There are no poisonous snakes on the island, or so I believe. None have been identified, yet, even by the scientists that have tried to record the diversity of animal life in this unusual area. There are boas and pythons but not too large. Beautiful blazing colors define the jungle from the canopy above to the muted colors of the ground below. I saw a small pseudo-coral snake, about width of my pinkie finger the other day, my first snake sighting. I tried to capture it. I am not afraid of snakes, I am fascinated by them. When I was a child and living with my grandparents in India, my grandfather, Dada, taught me how to pick up snakes and scorpions. We practiced on the rat snakes he found in the sugar cane fields on our farm. I loved it. Holding something wild and alive, powerful and so very smooth, almost always cool to touch. They can sense the energy around them. He also told me to be calm when trying to pick them up. Calm and confident, always have your strategy beforehand. That lesson came in very handy in the later years, when I finally learned to put strategy into action in my personal life.

I arrived here two years ago on a small lancha, boat. We rode for two hours from port, gliding above crystal waters, a few mantas jumping out of the sea. Approaching the island, the overgrown vegetation seemed to burst out from the cliffs, brilliant greens framed by various shades of beige and brown rocks. Slowly, we approached an azure blue protected cove, the service marina, my jaw agape. I placed one foot onto the shore, water lapping at my ankle and I immediately thought, “God, if I could only live here.” Intent, even if it was unintentional.

Two years later,now, I am a different person, but inherently the same. Redefined and basically renovated in order to survive, post marriage, post medical career, post, post and finally I want my environment to shape me. I am thrilled. Get over self, my expectations, and just be.

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pathway
pathways

Changes in life are inevitable. We may believe in fate, a master plan, destiny and inexorably chance. I look around me, into the lives of the many diverse people that I am in contact with right now, today, from all over the world, here on this isolated island and then it dawns on me, cluttering my over active mind, of the different paths I could have and probably should have taken and yet, this path, the one I am on now, brings me to this particular place on life’s journey. This island becomes a symbol of my growth, the tunnel into the hidden parts of self through the fresh breath of all that is vibrant and alive around me. I am awakened from a deep slumber by the haunting call of a lance tailed manakin or the grunts from a band of howler monkeys protecting their territory, croaking from the keel billed toucans. I am redefining my existence once more. My job, my successes or failures do not define me. I am not on vacation. I live here. I actually live here.

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