I dream of a trip to the city.
I use to live in LA. Echo Park to be more exact. That was in 1985.
Before discovering Costa Rica, I use to go to Manhattan twice a year.
Then I found it impossible to leave the waves.
Like I said, I dream of a trip to the city.
My body is the Temple of God? I believe this statement to be true. However, when I was first informed of this, at the age of six, it freaked me out. I wrestled with the idea of God, being in my body. I was trying to understand all of this new Catechism information. It created anxiety in me; more than I already had, which was a lot.
But today, I know that the Spirit lives in me. It’s my life force and energy, and it connects with everything around me. We are one.
So I work at taking care of myself, physically, mentally and spiritually. I live and learn.
At one time, in my life, or I should say, in my youth, I was very out of shape. Looking back, I know I was a very strong person. I can only imagine what my abilities could have been, had I been in shape. But I wasn’t. And I wouldn’t say I’m 100% fit, now. But I am very healthy. And I’d like to be healthier; it’s possible.
For years, I have invested many hours and energy into my well being.
I am in it, for the long haul.
At thirty one, I had gained a lot of weight, and I lost it; sixty five pounds. Can you believe it? And I have kept it off, all of these years. Most of it anyways. I lost it slowly, thinking of lifestyle change, rather than just loosing weight. I’ve put a few of those pounds back on, but not many.
For incentive, I ran a few races, one being the Jacksonville River Run, 5X’s. I climbed Mount Precipice, in Bar Harbor, Maine. I crossed country skied in Colorado. And I’ve avidly surfed for the last fifteen years.
What I’m trying to say here is, I do things to take care of myself. I’m active in fun, healthy exercise. And I’m going to add, that it was done with less positive support and more negative comments.
When training for the runs, especially in the beginning, women would always comment, “You’re going to get hurt.” When I climbed Precipice, the people that I was with, said I could die, and don’t do it. It was too dangerous. And when I went to Colorado, my friend I was visiting, was sure I would be unconcious in the snow, from a lack of oxygen. I was breaking free and having fun. Everyone of those adventures were awesome, priceless, never to be repeated, and worth every bit of the effort.
Also, people often want you to eat, eat, eat! There’s so much social pressure to eat decadent foods, especially in the holidays. And if I do get thinner, then I have to endure all of the, “Are you sure you’re eating enough”, and anorexic paranoia prevails.
Personally, I don’t think people are meant to carry the extra weight that North Americans have become accustomed to.
It’s hard to stick to your guns, to exercise and eat right. But if you want to reap the rewards and care for the God in you, you have to prioritize.
CLIMB MORE MOUNTAINS~SWIM MORE SEAS~RIDE MORE WAVES~PUMP IRON~RUN~
Don’t adhere to the “crabs in the bucket”, that try to pull you down.
Now that I’ve shared all of that………….I have been asked many times,”Do you have grocery stores in Costa Rica?” I want to say there are no dumb questions…..but…..Costa Rica is a country, filled with people. How could we not have grocery stores?
Yesterday, I went to town, to the big grocery store. I would say the equivalent of a Publix, at home. We have many smaller stores, scattered about and a plethora of roadside vegetable stands. I spent sixty dollars for two small bags of groceries. That’s partly due to the economy, and partly due to the fact that it costs more to eat healthy.
I gave in, when I decided to take better care of my temple, to spend the money for good food. I’m worth it. Right. We all are.
I fought that concept, for a long, time though.
Brown is the only way to buy bread, rice and pastas. Fruits and vegetables are a must, as are good proteins.
I know I need to work on my portion control…vamos a ver-we’ll see.
Also, yesterday, in the morning, was my first private yoga class. I’ve been to six group sessions now, and I am enjoying the benefits. At my one on one class, I focused on clarity, of the poses. I need to know how they are going to work for me.
There’s always knew things to learn.
I don’t believe we have to get sick as we get older.
I cherish the God in me and the God in you.
I’m glad I’m me.
Are you glad you’re you?
Last night, I started writing my post. I began with my discovery of Costa Rica. I was trying to relay how coming to this country was a spiritual quest. I was answering the still small voice in me that said, GO.
Answering that voice use to be scary; now, it’s old hat. I practiced, practiced, practiced!
My post got too wordy, and too bogged down, trying to share my experiences. It seemed important, but proved difficult.
This morning, waking anew, I just want to tell you the results of my spiritual adventure~I rise up and enjoy the day the Lord has made~
Regardless of my circumstances, that is what I do.
Trying to live here in Costa Rica, brought me to my knees, and that’s obviously a good place for me to be.
Keep it Simple Silly
There is an abundance of iguanas in Costa Rica. It takes a while to get use to that fact. Actually, it takes a while to get use to all the wild life in Costa Rica. At one time, I felt as if I was living in the pages of a national geographic magazine. However, some of that feeling has dissipated, due to the development in the Guanacaste area where I live. And some of it is due to becoming accustomed to life in Central America.
One day, returning from a trip to Santa Cruz, the municipal seat of our area, a huge, blue iguana fell out of a tree and landed on the hood of our 76 Land Rover. Just a few more seconds and it would have been in my lap. That was terrifying. What are the odds of that happening?
Iguanas are a formidable looking, prehistoric-like, scaly, big lizard.
I have so many of them around my house, because I live on the edge of a farm. To the right of me is old Costa Rica; to the left, the new. For that reason, I have a lot of animals here on my little postage stamp property. Also, they love my garden and home. When I first put my garden in, I had to stack up rocks in preparation of defending my plants. Around three, every afternoon they would wake up and come out of their fallen logs, to eat my flowers. I was not going to let that happen. It actually was kind of fun. I didn’t really having anything better to do. It worked. All of my plants can fend for themselves now.
When I first lived in this house and the beams of the roof were still exposed, I could look up and see the tail of a brown lizard wrapped around the wood. He was up there and I was in my bed, so I just let it be. I ended up naming him Lynard, for Lynard Skynard, as I’m from the westside of Jacksonville, Florida, home of the southern, rock band. His presence was kind of comforting.
Eventually, Lynard left and was replaced by a bigger lizard. Now, I know it was a bigger lizard, because I saw it rather than just hear it, rustling around in the rafters.
When I pulled up in to the yard today, the dog was barking and the children were squealing, IGUANA, IGUANA!…. Meet my longtime house guest, whom I have no name for. He looks harmless and I’m sure he is, but I had a hard time walking around him to get in my door. They just look so creepy. He looked as if he would spring and attack, but I guess that wasn’t the case.
This freeloader was lassoed and escorted to the street.
This guy, who also posed for the top picture, has been circling my house for the last few days. He appears to be aggressive.
I think I need to put out a no vacancy~then I’ll have just enough time to go see the sunset!
Have a good day and have a GREAT year.
I want to watch more sunsets this year!