Bliss

I look up at the post sunset pale sky, clouds darkening, pink hues covering the distant horizon, and a little sliver of the moon, a magical cheshire cat smile beaming down brightly, emerging from the days of dark moon time. the volcano conception juts up incredibly full and beautiful with a cloud of smoke dancing around her head.
The evening comes quickly with each day is so full.
Simple things that make each day so beautiful like the dance between the lizard and the praying mantis on the temple floor. Or finding time this afternoon to stretch out and practice yoga for an hour after class. Blessings for each and every moment, consistently reminded to be grateful. Smiles and laughs and hugs all come so easily here.
I have traded in a VW Jetta for a pair of Tevas. I have traded in a cottage in Arden for a backpack and a tent. I have traded in a thriving business for the day to day flow of energy to feed myself. I have traded in closeness of my family for the closeness of strangers, who may stay strange, but quickly become like family.
I marvel at my life often. I have cultivated a witness, who values this space and time.
I can feel my future self softly reflecting back to these days at Inanitah and whispering:
"Soak it up, take it in. Feel the joy moving through your bones. Feel the fullness of your heart space. Be grateful for the ease and simplicity and lack of wanting and breathe deep, resting into this love of existence that you have found."
I bask in the mirror of this witness, since I live in a place with no literal mirrors, the words come through like a soothing balm, reminding me that a part of me is eternal and precious.