In the past 3 months I lost one of my best friends, my admiration, my beautiful, sweet, cursing-like-crazy, salami-pie-making Grandma. I graduated with a Masters, alongside over 130 unbelievable human beings, who are now sprinkled across the globe doing inspiring things. I reunited with my amazing family and friends in New York, who I miss constantly. I chose a life of uncertainty and constant new beginnings on a little piece of land in the middle of the Americas. I started a new job in a new place, in total faith... and then the Universe conspired to pull it out from beneath me... which led to a long few weeks of frightening falling...until I landed upon my friends couch... was comforted, cried and then suddenly went from crawling to climbing a beautiful and bumpy mountain... After not seeing each other for over 3.5 years, since we met in the Peace Corps El Salvador, one of my best friends comes to visit me last week. After months of turbulence, I feel a calm that I havent felt since I woke up at 5am on my little farm in the mountains of Morazan and my neighbours cow moo-d at me and I realised what life is about. That day I made a promise to myself. Maybe Ive been taking the steps all along and I didnt realise it, but today I feel it *happening*. I dont know if I could have imagined a better week: reminiscing about ES, talking about the musings of life, dissecting Yoga and the poverties of the world, biking on the beach, purple hummingbirds and horizontal rain, sustainable architecture sketches, long walks home, and epiphanies----but, mostly, the laughter. I needed that, more than you know. One of my friends young daughters wrote in a poem people are magic when they are happy. I understand that, now. When you can love someone like this, you consequently find yourself loving yourself more, and all those around you even more, too. This is magic. Thank you for a truly amazing week Brian! Will miss you mucho.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 12:39:54 +0000