A touch of the past, and moving forward.

And so now I sit logged onto this blog I haven't touched in months that feels like lifetimes, rereading my words from what feels like across a globe ago and my heart is happy and soaring. Memories can be a great deal of fun sometimes, and to go back to where I last left off instantly channels feelings of well being and love.

 So many stories and insights I have to share from those 2 months that somehow turned to 5; tales of the incredible people and places I encountered in the breathtaking lands of South America, how they both gently and firmly stole a piece of my heart and buried it away deeper and deeper, piece by piece into the culture rich earth every step I took. 

I want to tell you about being a lone tourist in Peru, and becoming a rambling vagabond in Ecuador. Or how I went from hot showers and pretty dresses to river bathing and commune living, trading and giving what was extra away, until it was just me in my trusty red dress, and maybe a bug or two in my hair. I want to explain my experiences learning the 'art of survival,' and take you dancing through the markets with me,  tambores pounding and ribbons spinning, learning how to open my heart, and to have holdsteady faith in the karmic boomerang that is Give and Take. I will go back there, with you, to the gateway of the Amazon where I met Myself and began my inner journey towards light and breath and spiritual evolution. To the makeshift tents, the riverbeds, the welcoming dirt floors and the smiles of strangers. I'd even like to humbly recount the memories of the airport in Lima where I spent too many nights, dodging guards and sporting a turban to control the lice, because hey, there's a lesson in everything, right? 

Those 5 months and the effect they had on me are too powerful not to share with those who care to listen. On my journey I was truly moved as I reconnected with Life and Nature and my version of God and the meaning of Spirit. I strengthened the muscles of body and mind, and wielding machetes, dancing with naked feet upon the seeds of hand worked soil, grew like a tree towards the stars and the moon and the life giving sun. I climbed upward, becoming lighter and more free with each form that fell away. I laughed and soared and cried with gratitude and thanks at the realization of an infinite world inside a heart, of beautiful brothers and sisters, and a loving Life all around me.

Alas, all that being said. Time waits for no...human. Life keeps on a rollin and theres just too much ground to cover to dwadle (however blissfully) in the past. I am thrilled you are reading again, and hope you will be patient as I continue writing and compiling these stories and information into a 'finalized' version in which I can share my South American experiences more completely and fluidly.

So please, excuse the gap (use you're imagination to fill it if you please) as my Dirt and Wonder adventures now resume in Saratoga Springs, NY, the beginning of my journey in the great Unknown East (Well, unknown to me at least).  I think they've got a lot more computers this time around so... we'll keep our fingers crossed for a little consistency;)

Until then,
lots of love and bless 

Kaitlin