Needed to include at least one corny pun here.
I feel like I’ve been spending more time outdoors than I have in a very long time. I’m up with the sun (and very loud morning wildlife) and at it the whole day through moving, thinking, and exploring – not just the surrounding area but some of the less traversed recesses of my mind. Areas that I’ve kept suppressed and occupied with so much “busy” work. For once in my life, I am free to feel. And I don’t mean the squeaky clean, soapy notion of the word … I mean the raw, mosquito bite itchy version. It’s a little too hard to stop scratching. Everything here is just so real.
Something that I have noticed is that time seems slower. Even though there is so much being packed into each day, it amazes me how I am able to stop and just appreciate the little things. Like the sun as it is rising outside my window in the morning. The smell, taste, and texture of the “a-roi” food my host parents cook for me. Small gestures kids make while sitting on the back of motorbikes on their way to school. Side glimpses of stunning roadside views. The feel of cold water from a bucket. Baby powder and how it gets everywhere. Cool breezes and electric fans.
Oh, how I miss you.
I spent some time today just watching my host parents work. The two of them together basically own and operate a small outdoor restaurant. No small feat I might add. And yet they do so with such style and grace. I’ve come to realize that there can be beauty in routine. Every day knowing what is expected of you and going out to meet the challenges head on. A place like this is almost like paradise. Of course, there is still a learning curve. But whoever said simpler is easier?