I’m in love with the rainy season in Costa Rica.
There’s something notably graceful about the transitions here.
The cycles are smooth.
Nothing seems to grasp or linger excessively.
I wonder if it’s because, being so close to the equator, the day cycles are extremely steady.
The sun sets in nearly the same position each day.
Perhaps the land and it’s dwellers can keep a steadier rhythm.
It’s profoundly comforting.
Everything is so alive. The life and death cycles are almost indecipherable.
Everything is eating everything else.
Prana is taken in for prana.
Life force is absorbed and transformed instantly.
Everything thrives off of the transition of something that came before it.
It’s so simple.
It’s mind-blowingly complex.
The physical form transitions so quickly.
It is instantly needed to feed something else.
Maybe this is what balance looks like?
I hope my rhythm gets steadier.
I’m sure it will.
That seems to be the key.
Give them light.
The veil between the physical world and the unmanifest is thin.
It’s more so that these worlds stand impossibly close to one another.
Seemingly opposing realities, dance intimately.
The fertile land beckons the electric sky.
The lungs of the earth breathe me.
I am being breathed.
This is medicine.
This is my home.