I have been a whirlwind of activity lately as I pour myself into writing projects, planning special yoga series and a teacher training, and biking or hitchhiking to and from Puerto Viejo to connect with life in town. These things add some extra sweetness to my days: Read the rest of this entry
One of the beautiful things about living at this moment is the pulsing energy that radiates out. I felt it from the moment I breathed in the air here. As a friend of mine said today, “things grow big in the jungle.”
Not only plants and flowers blossom here, but conciousness, ideas and creativity are flowing into the body with the abundant supply of prana.
“Breath is the pulse of the Universe” – Yogi Bhajan Read the rest of this entry
I woke at 5 and captured this recording of the monkey’s morning ritual to share with you.
Howler monkeys can be heard throughout the day here, but tend to more active right before dawn and at dusk. I’ve also noticed that they’ll hoot and holler if they hear a sudden loud noise, like the large trucks that rattle down the road throughout the day. Read the rest of this entry
The rainforest is abundant with life. I walk around feeling like an ant in A Bug’s Life, with huge leaves towering around and above me. We have fresh flowers clipped in vases placed around the hotel, and I’m constantly amazed by the variety that I’ve still yet to notice in the lush jungle that surrounds me. I’m drawn out of my morning meditation by the sounds of howler monkeys in the distance. I feel blessed to be able to interact so closely with animals I’ve only ever seen previously on television or in National Geographic.
I spent the morning recently at the Jaguar Rescue Center, which is just a short walk up the road from where I live. Unlike the poorly underfunded rescue center in Nicaragua, the Jaguar Rescue Center has ample space to house a variety of animals that it saves from animal trafficking situations and from locals and tourists who encounter the injured animals. Read the rest of this entry
Turns out, it rains a lot in the rainforest. The rain is welcome after living with the Nicaragua dry season since November. My hair is curly again and my skin no longer itches from being so dry. My clothes, however, always feel the slightest bit damp, as does my yoga mat when I roll it out for my morning practice. The rainforest here is so lush that I can easily walk from my bungalow to reception and get only a few drops of water on me.
It was easy to believe it was invierno, winter, as I moved swiftly south in the frigid air conditioning of Tica Bus. I sat wrapped tightly in my wool scarf and looked out the frosted windows as the brown landscape of Nicaragua passed by. Brown because the rainy season had ended in early November, leaving the sun to scorch the verdant green of the Nicaragua I was introduced to back in April. After an hour long wait to cross the border, my first impression of Costa Rica is that the cars are shinier. I got used to seeing cars held together by ducktape and wishes in Nicaragua – doors long dented closed, windows that didn’t roll down, or missing door panels. In Costa Rica, the cars seem bigger, shinier, newer. As the bus rolled ever southward, the landscape became more verde.