5am. Cocqui frogs calling. The sound of waking birds in a dense form of darkness. A layered mist between me and the stars. Dogs at my feet. Crickets play their steadfast chords of forever. Breeze rustling the banana palms. Dark, save for my screen, as I write in this cocoon of magical in between.
Grateful for my sleeping house. The boxes packed and unpacked at the other house, and those waiting in the Jeep. Family dinner at Sib's on the Mountain. Our happy knowns and unknowns. Dawn's impending arrival. My cozy sweatshirt. The quiet all to myself.
(Sleep escaped me at 4am ,
I surrendered to the Tetris of moving boxes playing in my head
and got out of bed.)
This time, now, night to dawn, I listen. Wholeheartedly.
A pre-and post-awakening, I take in a last solitary morning at Villa Harmony.
A move to a new house, setting roots on this leeward island.
Container unpacked, beds made, kitchen ready, bags packed
and ready to travel the 20 minute drive to Hull Bay.
Another round of choices and decisions made. More to come.
Wishing for the best.
Counting blessings.
Abundance all around, Mother Nature's melee,
meets the struggle of what goes on beyond,
learned through typed and spoken news,
while escape artists flock the beaches trying to claim serenity.
Reset.
I purge, pack and plan. Again.
Mastering this upheaval process.
To soon dig into soil, grow and become.
Bringing a beginner's mind to a new project, new community.
Open. Willing. Curious. Patient.
Like the new moon that fades from the morning's sky,
we will wax with our dreams and create with more permanence.
A home, a chapter, an immersion from the ground up.
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