A week later, I am still filling myself up physically. Going away from emptying and beginning anew.
I am waiting for my friend’s son who just finished his first Vipassana meditation. To accommodate him, I decided to try a different route up to Lion’s Head, thinking I had only 90 minutes before he would be delivered to my doorstep. I run into two friends at the start of the hike. How likely is it for three people who know one another to show up at the same time to the same place? A sign I’ve been here long enough to build up a community.
Two and half hours later, he is still not here. When I call to check in, he thanks me for being considerate.
Being around others shows me how much value I place on being on time. An element of control that I still desire. That is always out of reach.
Going up and down the mountains, feeling rushed and excited to be on a new path, I feel happy. Reminding myself that I am at my best in movement. In mid flight. I see the mountain from the seaside.
I come across a house I would like to live in. Exactly behind a mountain with a seaside view into the ocean. Except, I would build more economically with more earth materials, blocking the window a bit for more privacy.
I snap few pictures to capture birds in mid-flight. Not intentional. A pure luck. Or maybe they aren’t. Running into two friends, a house of my dreams manifested in reality, two birds in flight. The house I like has the road #11.
To going out and being with the world. Outside of the home that should be used as a resting place, not a place to spend all my waking hours.
The house I’d like to live in.