A mellow couple of days have passed. Monday night I walked over to Marina’s house, where she hosts kirtan, or Sanskrit chanting weekly. About 7 people showed up and it’s a fun thing – blending rthymic chanting and swaying in a meditative, smiley state. I met some nice people who come and hang in Abadania for one to three months, so they form a loose community. A couple people host regular movie nights (although one of the people has movies on Indian holy men), artists host little shows at Frutti’s, etc.
Tuesday four of us went to the waterfall. It’s a perfect example of how so many experiences can be interpreted to be symbolic for personal lessons. So, the four of us wait on benches for our turn to go down past the gate to the waterfall. When it’s our turn, we walk down the path and stop at a long wooden bench to change. We then walk slowly through the trees in the woods over the first small bridge. The sun is coming through the trees, and I study foreign-looking leaves. Incredible butterflies flit around, sometimes landing on one of us. That’s usually the kind that has black and pale yellow patterns on its wings on the outside, when its wings are up, and flaming orange-red on the inside of the wings, which we only see when it is flying. We even catch a fleeting glimpse of a cobalt blue butterfly that is about 6 inches long; a blue morpho?
The pathway slants down toward the creek as we cross over a second narrow bridge. As we approach the third (and all of this takes about 3 minutes), the person in front takes the first turn and the other two hang back. I happen to be first today. I give a prayer of thanks to the entities and the universe for the splendors of nature, and for the healing I have received thus far. I position myself in front of the falls, which are only about 7 or 8 feet high and only a foot and a half wide, let go of my squealiness about the cold and put my whole self under. As the force of the falls runs over fairly hard and it is difficult to breathe, I ask that the water wash away anything that’s blocking me from further progress in my healing or on my path to being more connected to the universe. I ask it to wash away my judgmentalism, impatience and any other negative characteristics that are a disservice to my life experience. I even turn around and let is pound on my back, asking it to remove the pain and further my healing. Then I take my drenched-like-a-wet-chicken self and walk to the edge of the river to dry and just be in the sun while the other women take their turns. This visit was quite a powerful experience – mostly because I imbued it with that meaning and personal significance (I finally made it back around to the statement I made at the beginning of this long-ass paragraph).
When we were done, I headed back to the pousada for lunch. Belly full, and ready to take a nap, I discovered I could not locate my key (could be a record for how long I’ve gone without losing anything!). Walked back to Marina’s, she drove me to the waterfall parking lot and she spotted it there in the dirt. Yay!
After a shower and rest, I headed to the garden patio at Frutti’s, where I sat in line to take a turn with Salita, a local artist who paints 12 inch white tiles based upon the energy he sees in your eyes. You really cannot believe how he creates them using only his fingers. Because of that, I filmed him painting my tile. Now I just need to figure out how to post it!
Hung out for dinner with Kayleah and John and later Marina dropping in, along with many other of the usual suspects. I chatted with Eliza and Salita about getting some non-toxic oil paints down here for him to work with.
Tuesday evening was seven days since my invisible surgery, so I went to bed with a glass of blessed water by my bed, thanked the entities for their work on me and asked for my stitches to be taken out, per protocol. As someone I am familiar with would say, with one eyebrow raised: Fascinating!