Cold fingers are a small price to pay for a relaxed
neck and belly. I feel relaxed because the quiet welcomes
and soothes, and the forest looms and reminds me of the
largeness of life.
It is wonderfully stimulating, the transition of travel. A departure prepares us for arrival and our destination gives us plenty of chores to do, items to find, memories to savor.
It is a life style of contrasts - how better to know gratitude than to know the contrasts?
One home is at sea level, damp and green and cool where a forest meets the beach.
The other is amidst a high desert valley, hot and dry and urban.
One place is quiet, the stillness punctuated by sounds of wind and birds calling as they skim the surface of the water or soar the tops of the firs and cedars.
The other place is full of sound, furious with traffic, barking dogs, pounding music and jets and helicopters flying low in and out of the valley.
In one place I wait for weeks and months for the sun to appear and remain long enough for me to seek a few rays in which to bask - the life of flowers is eagerly perused.
In the other place, el lugar del sol muy fuerte todo el dia, I seek shade and admire weeds that grow from ancient adobe walls and roofs, and marvel at enormous trees that feed on the waters of underground streams.
One place has food different from the other.
One place has waterways and the other has one way streets
One place is populated with pale skinned people wearing fleece and socks
And in the other, people bare their skin and their feet and glow toastier shades of tan and brown.
In one place i am not particularly tall or large, an average white middle aged woman among many - my peer group is sizable in the Northwest.
But in the other i am gigantic, grandota, una guera muy alta, la extranjera Norte Americana.
Its fantastic, thank you so much!
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