Right now we are having a high pressure storm with a lot of wind. I see that the sky is a deep blue-purple, as I look out my window at the unusually shaped mountains. I am so greatefull to live in Tepoztlán–the central volcanic region of Mexico!

At my age, I figure I’ve another 15-20 years to attain the extraordinary life. Perhaps I am already living it and just need to recognize and be grateful for it. When I lack this awareness it’s because I slip into fear of committing to the hard work I’ve been trained to accept as needed, rather than grace, for example. Fear of failure, which ultimately leads to fear of death, holds me back.

I would never have thought I would move to Mexico or publish a memoir about it. I’ve another one upcoming, and an eBook compilation of a photo blog. Write me if interested. I’m looking for beta readers.

Wonderful article, Joe. The number of non-human microbes in our bodies is not equal to cells, it is 10X the number of cells.

Lying in my homemade lean-to out in the backyard, shaded from the summer heat, where I read books from the library.

The Woodstock Festival of Peace and Music, August, 1969.

Nature is always an important teach in my life.

Gratefulness is the gateway to my connection with intuition and to voices of my ancestors.

Breathing.

In general, as things seem to get more and more difficult for most people, life for me gets better. Sometimes I feel guilty about this, but mostly, I am grateful that at 77 years old, I still feel young, healthy, and curious about life.

I do best with this when alone. There’s a special place I rarely go to in the woods that’s a half hour walk from my apartment. For special occasions. Otherwise I do this upon waking every morning while lying in bed. I try to tune in to the spirits of my ancestors when I need a sense of direction. My understanding is that they have some good ideas but rely on us as they don’t have bodies to carry out these plans.

I let go of my fear of death to come alive.

I hope you had a brilliant Passover!

Great story! We’ve a lot in common. I got married and was in my last year of grad school. The marriage failed, and I decided I was not cut out for an academic science career. I was too sensitive for the cutthroat competition, and dropped out. I wound up in and out of mental hospitals for nine years, but got lucky and never returned or took an meds after that. Now I am thriving, living in central Mexico and writing about my experiences.

Kairos over Chronos

Love you, too, sunnypati!

I love you, too!

Instead of surrender, how about unconditional acceptance. Or is that the same thing? Surrender, IMO, sounds drastic and unhappy. But I guess this is the biblical mandate?

How does one measure which prison is worst?

What role does the worrying have in your life? Does is help?