A stranger in my own land and my best flying dream ever!

We got back to Colorado Tuesday night.  I got a ride to the bus station with the very generous help of David Sanchez who picked me up at 2:30 in the morning. The bus to Guatemala City left at about 2:45am. This was not the type of bus that I wrote about in my last post. There was only about 5 or 6 of us leaving the station that early in the morning. Plus this bus was no school bus, it was a big fancy bus with cushy reclining private seats. I felt very pampered.  David spoke to the driver's assistant and told him that I spoke very little spanish and that I didn't know were to get off. That was a blessing because I didn't really understand him when he called out the name of the town that I was suppose to stop at. However he came back and told me that I needed to get off here. When I got off a woman could tell I might need help and showed me where to get the right taxi and how much I should pay.  It seemed like was being watched out for all along the way. I got to the airport 3 hours early and had a very relaxing check in. I hung out and had a nice breakfast and met Randy at the gate.  We hadn't seen each other for about 5 days and during which we both had  very different experiences.  However we both were/are still getting over a cold/flu that was/is still lingering.  He finally made it to Copan, Honduras.  I made it back to San Marcos.  He made new friends I reconnected with some old.  I completed my negotiation on the purchase of a very small home in Paraiso in San Marcos.  (I will now have a winter get away for continuing my exploration of Central America. It will also serve as a way to help fund Inspired World programs in Guatemala by being a small business serving as a village market and internet cafe.  I will be returning for a short visit in a month to help set and hire the store manager. I will describe more of this in another blog.) 

     The whole Airport technology felt so detached from the experience of nature and simplicity that we had been having, that in its self was the beginning of my feelings of disconnection.   We had gotten so use to living with the rising and setting of the sun, the search for green grass and water that I had even begun having dreams of green grass. Seeing green grass in my dreams signified how happy I was in my life.  Speaking of dreams on the second to last night I had another flying dream. Only my flying dream had now reached new levels.  Prior to this trip I could fly in my dreams fairly regularly when I felt happy in my life, yet I was always enclosed in a house or if I was outside there was a set of high tension electric wires that I couldn't get past.  In the Copper Canyon in Mexico I had a flying dream where there were no power lines. After that I thought I was free.   However in this dream I could not only fly free I had enough power to carry a child with me who wanted to fly as well. It was no longer just about me I was sharing this with others. It felt even better. Back to my returning to "civilization".  We had gotten so use to feeling happy and content with less and less each day.  Having a hot show after 5 days of camping felt like a glorious luxury. Real coffee and not instant was almost hypnotic.  Having a meal that didn't include pasta  was also very alluring.  It may sound that we had cravings. We did, but we also were satisfied and very content with remarkably little. Knowing that the horses were fed watered and happy went a long way then a couple of cups of food maybe a shared chocolate bar watching a campfire for a couple of hours before bed made for many satisfying evenings.  

The day after returning I had to buy some food at King Soopers (a common local Colorado grocery store) three months ago I would have thought nothing of it and would get frustrated if the avocados were too hard or if I couldn't find the right kind of white chedder cheese that I like or roasted sesame seeds.  Now after spending 9 weeks on the road, I am blown away at how it could even be possible that a store could offer such diversity and selection.  I feels unreal. The prices are also un-real. What would cost 20 cents cost 2 dollars. I shook my head in disbelief several times and felt an anxious desire to get out of the store it was a strange combination of claustrophobia and overwhelming complexity. The computers in the self check out isle were the icing on the cake.   

Gradually this feeling is fading as I am getting more integrated.  However I felt  physical, and measurable  changes in my body when I went swimming yesterday and when I took a yoga class today.  I could swim and breath far easier than before I left and though I did no yoga during my entire trip my body was so subtle and relaxed I could go deeper and I felt more grounded in my body and my postures than ever.  It was like I had let go of a tension build up that I did know that I was carrying.  I highly recommend getting to a place of "not knowing" so much and just living. It is very freeing experience based on trusting that no mater what happens it will be good and at least interesting. That there will be nothing that we can't handle ourselves or with the help a a new friend that we haven't met yet.

This last statement was the greatest lesson of the entire trip for me.