Somewhere lying low in the US returning to Life–We are holed up at a remote location somewhere in the US patiently waiting for our “little blue house” to be available for us to move back in. Our summer tenants leave on Wednesday, August 13 and the house cleaners get to work shortly after. For all intents and purposes that is the official date when our grand adventure ends (for now). While we know we are closing a very significant chapter in our lives it is not with sadness or trepidation but with the thirsty joy of looking forward to the next moment.

When I started this blog many months ago with an entry that many found disturbing and others just sad, my intention was to try to make as real the constant struggles that befall us all at times. This voyage for me was like senior year in high school or the 5 months I spent in Bosnia or even the first 9-1/2 weeks when Asha and I met.

Our two months were a period of time where my family and I grew through pain and laughter into our next phase. It started to repair those “cracks in our…foundation” that I mentioned in that first blog entry, filling the gaps with the kind of clear, amber resin that preserves ancient fossils. There is some kind of permanence to our relationships as if nothing or nobody can ever take away these last 2 months. Many years from now after the ravages of time has buried these memories under others It is my hope that our pyramid will stand as magnificent as those at Calakmul. There is such a wonderful breeze from up there and on a clear day you can see all the way to Heaven.

Now is the time to begin to practice what we’ve learned as a family and individually. We have slowly grown into a new philosophy for the past 2 months—summed up by Asha as she was trying to teach Dharma the meaning of a verb. “Being is a verb, too,” she said as I laughed after I suggested words like “eating”, running”, and “playing”.

Somewhere in our travels between traversing Las Posas in Xilitla, Mexico and celebrating Maximon in Zunil, Guatemala it became known to us the exact meaning of the verb “to be”.

Throughout this journey we’ve experienced being sad like the sadness that comes from missing your home or realizing you’ve lost a dear friend like Spotty Dog. We’ve had the elation of climbing the tallest pyramid in Meso-america as we stood at its peak high above the jungle canopy. We’ve swam naked in ancient rivers like wild creatures. Asha and I made passionate love to the music of the jungle at night.
We suffered insect assaults on our bodies and a litany of minor ailments from fever and head colds to a horrid month-long cough. We’ve been tired and cranky fighting traffic in Mexico City and bored and exhausted waiting for customs at the El Salvador/Gautemala border.

We’ve been many things along the way but most of all we’ve been together with lots and lots of Love. Here is to wishing everyone the same feeling I have at this moment and hoping that we can forever live in the love of perpetual being.

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