Halloween...

is here, and I am considering a costume. What could I wear? Who could I be? For a few hours, I'll pretend to be someone else, or maybe just be more myself than usual. No filters, no brakes, no worries, no sweeteners, no masks. Say what I really think. Wouldn't that be something to rave about, at least until vanity and self-consciousness settle back in.

But it doesn't have to be this way, does it? I don't know about you, but it seems to me that most of us are living between very uniquely personalized sets of dichotomies, one pulling, the other pushing, and who knows, it could be true that opposites attract.

Take me for example, and as far as I can recall, I've been moving from one addiction to another, from passion to passion, embracing one behavioral pattern, idea, or philosophy, after the other, always with all of my might, wholeheartedly, each time pledging my life to the cause, only to naturally end up breaking free from the very sphere I had committed myself to remain in.

In other words, I love routines and stability, and at the same time, I just can tolerate them -a dichotomy if I've ever heard of one. I know that I'm not the only one, and maybe you can relate.

Anyway, if you haven't noticed, the moon is easily moving through Sagittarius today, and since we all know that Sagittarius is the gypsy of the Zodiac, I invite us to have a bit of gypsy fun. Be yourself, enjoy the day, hit the road, meet up with friends, do whatever you feel like doing, dance and sing, listen to your intuition, and most of all, be happy, and if you can, laugh from the heart -it's good for you.

Be well and if you want try to be the greatest gypsy in your tribe.

Romani at heart

Addictions...

Come in all shapes and forms, but are always bad for one's growth in the long run. And I know what I'm talking about, since I was born with an inclination for embracing addictions.

Too readily, too eagerly, I get used to patterns, behaviors, places, flavors and even nuances -especially nuances. I get hooked on all sorts of things... from drowning in the news to the taste of a conversation, from the shape of particular road to the unique sound of a voice, from lingering to pursuing, from simply allowing to resisting.

Why am I as such? I've asked myself on numerous occasions, and the answer has come in different and conflicting forms. For not only could this weakness of mine be genetic, but it could actually stem from some psychological defect held deep within, or it could be due to how much sugar my mom consumed while carrying me inside her belly, or maybe, maybe, it has more to do with the karmic mission I took on prior to entering this lifetime...

Whichever the case, I am an addict of life, and I am working on it. I'm glutenous, ravenous in everything I do -well almost everything. So, if you've ever felt this way, and didn't know what to do, or how to react, just know that you are not alone, and that life, whichever way you slice it and dice it, is a banquet of treats, where what might be good for some, might prove poisonous for others.

Have fun, enjoy yourself, and try not to overdo it -There is plenty out here for everyone. And remember what Joha probably thought, "Moderation... Moderation..."

A burning vessel

Lunch hour...

From WholeFoods cafeteria. I was planning on writing about surfers, old friends, crown making, and the accident that, more than fifteen years ago, led to the darkening of tooth #8. But plans are plans, and life is a master-conjurer of unexpected gifts.

Thus a few minutes ago, I just finished writing a reply to a Piscean Friend, whom I don't know much about, except for what I recognize from their writing, as greatness of heart and depth of character. Once again, thank you.

The cafeteria has filled up and the sun has brightened Madison -At least its West-Side.
And since for me sitting is torture, I read onto my environment a thousand reasons to head out... and boy, oh boy, too many of them seem valid right now.

So, be well, and try to get some natural vitamin D -It's good for you and everyone else.

And who knows, we might even meet out there.

Tooth #8...

Is all I can think of at the moment. The day is glorious. The sun is out and fully blossomed. The heavens are bright blue, fragmented by thick, but soft, cotton-ish trailing white lines of jetliner smoke. The air is electric-cool, ideal in my case, given my Aquarian nature. And most of all, Venus is out and playful.

Maybe Saturn is in a good mood today, or perhaps, just focusing his energies elsewhere. All I know is that there is too much going on in Scorpio; Sun, Mars, and Moon hanging out in the most convivial of ways.

But nothing is as it seems. Remember, Scorpio doesn't mind stinging others, or even itself. Sitting there quietly between the 'I' and 'Relationships,' I didn't know how it would manifest and surely, I wasn't expecting the discomfort to come from tooth #8.

But that is exactly where the moon decided to darken my horizon... To each his own though, so try to stay cool, and maybe, lean closer to the other side of the wheel, right where Taurus stands proud and rooted -surely, that's one way, and you might just know of others...

Be well and don't let your #8 be a bother.

Toothless at your service

Running today...

errands, the dentist, and what not. There is no time to chat, open up, say what I would not mind to say, filter for the sake of this and that. So here it is in less than it deserves:

You are complex, marvelous, blessed, tested, and deserving...
You are foaming sea, a clear pond, a gentle river, a raging torrent...

That is what you are; live your truth and enjoy it...

Be well, and stop doubting yourself.

An impression

Aspects...

Some say, are the most important factors in an astrological chart, and since my understanding of this fascinating subject is highly amateurish, I choose to take this view as it is and work from it…

Whichever the case, aspects are what I’ve been thinking of lately. As for how it began, I really don’t know, but I could probably pick, with great confidence, a very specific moment, from today’s many moments, and turn it to a mostly plausible starting point.

Thus, it was while stepping from the detail of a task, to that of another, that a certain sweet little voice dropped a song into my ear, before gracefully flying off and leaving me with a question, or should I say, mission.

Inspired, I began searching and this is what I found, and forgive me if I confuse you:

1) Of all the planetary aspects, conjunctions and oppositions are the most important
2) Oppositions represent forces that must be reconciled –usually reconciliation has to be done within before it is possible outside.
For example, if the moon and the sun were to be found in opposition, it would imply, one could speculate, a separation between the Inner Self and the Personality, and that therefore peace and harmony can only be achieved, overall, when and only when reconciliation takes place within. Usually, tests come through one’s relationships.
Now, if we were to suggest that in this particular case, the moon was in Pisces, and the sun in Virgo, with Virgo ascending, I would say that there is so much we could write about…
3) Now, before embracing despair, let me add that oppositions on the brighter side of possibilities do offer the opportunity for broadening one’s views and comfort zone.

So, while I ponder and seek one possible truth, be well and know that I am quite busily lost…

I remember...

A time when we were nothing but surfers, nothing more, nothing less,
and the rest was clearly of no consequence,
A time when life was exclusively about dropping, again and again, dropping,
Riding and chasing that perfectly rolling wall that wouldn't stop
Rising and breaking inside our hearts.

I remember a time when we were completely consumed by the elements,
When we were savages, unshackled alpha-males, artistic beasts on the loose,
When we fought for self-preservation, spilling blood in utter blindness,
Completely lost to the nature of our moment-by-moment-celebrating rituals,
To the carelessness of our borderline suicidal performances...

I remember the sun, piercing bright sphere, hanging over my head,
Brownish sand, wet and malleable, cold, burning, warm and inviting, beneath my feet,
Mist raising off-shores, and, mess-spreading on-shores,
The ocean stretching as far as the eyes could glimpse,
And our heroes so close and so dearly emulated...

I remember us watching the tides and their shifting, guessing oncoming swells, talking about styles and boards, as if everything mattered,
Even the slightest change in the curve and placement of a finger,
We were perfectionists dealing with unstable of forms...

I remember traveling, preceding the wind, howling fearlessly at the unknown,
Ignoring hunger, laughing at thirst, incorrigible lunatics,
Our belongings left behind, watched over by scheming gulls,
And the shore's ruffians and thieves...

I remember my body bare slipping through the spume, one with creation,
Alive, exhilarated, intoxicated and so deeply inspired.

I remember it all, as if it were this morning, and I know that,
Nothing, nothing... is to ever compare.

Live, be well, and if you have a chance do not squander it.

A drop in a pearly ocean

Waking up...

that early isn't really that bad of an experience-and if you're wondering, I am referring to my previous post. I actually enjoy waking up before Apollo and his acolytes.

Yes, today's dream slipped through all the nets of awareness set to catch it, but that is no reason to shake a fist in Morpheus's direction. Au contraire, much was accomplished since the soles of my bare feet touched the carpet.

There's been a nicely outstretched yoga session, followed by a lively time in the kitchen where pans were heated, and wholesome foods prepared, while NPR played gently in the background. By the time I was finished, the kitchen was sparkling clean, as if I'd never been there -voila!

The menu? Well, lets see... Spanish Tortilla, Blended black and garbanzo beans, brown Bastami rice with wheat berry grains, and a roasted mix of mindfully-diced vegetables in olive oil. And the spices? As usual: sea salt, granulated garlic, cumin and turmeric.

And before, I forget, I don't know why I wrote that today's new moon was in Aries, when it is obviously in Scorpio. Now, with this said, and based on what I've learned here and there, which doesn't amount to much, while a new moon is a great time to start something new, a Scorpio moon is highly temperamental...

Otherwise, be well and try to remember that everything, from your center to mine, is so, so, deeply, and inevitably, connected -we are all part of Indra's net.

A reflection of your beauty and light

Dreams...

are slippery waves... I tried catching one, and here I am sitting empty-minded, at this pre-dawnish hour, in semi-darkness, like a thief in his own home, moving carefully out of habit.

My head is heavy, my mind is slow, and as for dreams, I have none to show... So, I leave you with this to consider, when you wisely get up, unless just like me you too have opened your eyes and stood up to seek light in darkness, and I haven't forgotten that there plenty of folks who are already moving with bellicose determination to some dogged work destination.

Whichever the case, I wish you all a great awakening, and the most glorious of pursuits.

Be well, and remember that the sun never fails to rise -and that with or without that handsome and mostly dedicated Apollo...

Rectification...

It seems that I made a mistake yesterday while writing about the music I was listening to... It wasn't Exposure by Digweed, but Exposures, a Global Underground compilation by some anonymous DJ. Regardless, it was exactly what was needed at that moment.

Otherwise, flurries have been coming down, every now and then, throughout the day, and I have been working at keeping myself extremely busy, doing absolutely nothing of consequence...

Well, there's been talking to my recently gained family, and that of course is something. But wait... perhaps, I should allow a few lines here to explain what I mean by 'recently gained family,' and just to clarify, I am not talking about in-laws here, for our bond is one of kin and blood -patriarchal to be more precise.

It all started with Reda finding me on Facebook... then from there and to summarize, I would say that it has been a week now that I've been communicating online with a brother, two sisters and a father -and, yes they're all mine... and if you wonder, I am still having a hard time believing that this is actually happening. Yet, all of it, is absolutely real.

These people I am talking about here are truly wonderful folks, and I am deeply thankful for their acceptance of me. Not only that, but I have to add that whenever I am communicating with them there is an undeniable sense of joy that spreads through my whole being, and that is something that is worth mentioning, wouldn't you agree?

A few weeks ago, I would have referred to myself as having no siblings and being of a very small family. Now, if you ask me, I'll say, with pride that I have one brother and two sisters. If you ask me about my parents, instead of talking solely about my mother, as I would have done not long ago, I will now explain that while mom broke her ankle in Madison, my father lives near Tetouan, in Morocco, where he paints landscapes...

A wise and cherished voice whispered in my ear, while I was on the move, hopping from country to country, aiming to reach India, many a sweet thing. Among them, the voice said that much transformation was on the way, and she was right.

Now, if you haven't noticed, take a look at Pluto, for it is doing it's thing, heading once again in the right direction, leaving Sagittarius and entering Capricorn, taking everyone for a spin, from a daring and highly self-expressive collective state of mind to a mostly conservative and protectionist one... What am I talking about? Just huge transformation, a line of volcanoes erupting type of transformation, a punk's fantasy kind of transformation, that's what I am talking about.

What else? Oh, yes, Neptune is coming out it's retrograde phase, and I will miss the madness.

Be well, and just as a reminder, tomorrow is an Aries new moon kind of day, try to take advantage of that, and start, or just plan to start something new...

A thought leads to another, leads to another, leads to another, leads to you

Cooking...

If there is a job I truly enjoyed doing it is undoubtedly cooking. And it probably had something to do with the madness in the kitchen, the electric energy, the high pace, the heat, the fires, and the spices...

As a cook, I am rather spontaneous and mostly intuitive. Tonight, for example, there are three pans going at once. In the kitchen at home, the pace is high, but the fire is on low, for when it comes to cooking, I hate rushing through the experience...

I have Digweed playing on the background. The CD's name is 'Exposure.' The beat has been following me from my last drive through the familiar grids and dispersed architecture of Madison.

At the end of the ride, I took a moment to feel the first snow flakes of the year as they fell and instantly melted against my face. Winter is finally here. Saturn is settling in, claiming the outdoors, spreading through the land, and since I am mostly Saturnian, the moment is rather enjoyable.

These are interesting times, for there is so much sensuality in the air. It is almost as if a dance of wills is taking place between Venus and Old Saturn. The wind has been hallowing and blowing with great force. Trees have turned to wicked elders and fallen leaves have began behaving in the most unruly of ways, whirling, spinning, chasing each other, chasing cars. The long, jet black or crimson dyed, hair of witches can be caught flowing freely on the sidewalks.

Venus is receding within. She is going in with a bang, inflaming the world as she steps inside, revealing her beauty and light against the most esthetically unappealing of backgrounds -Saturn's. For it is without a doubt that she looks her best, when standing in all her majesty, next to the depth and grayness of that Great Fallen one.

But that is all in my mind, and time is fleeting by and the kitchen is requesting my inspiration... What's for diner? Might you ask. Well, the menu tonight is
-Brown Bastami rice -cooked in water for thirty minutes,
-Black and pinto beans, blended together and left to simmer nicely together
-Diced carrots, red cabbage, broccoli, and green kale thrown together in a warm olive oiled pan until deemed perfectly done.
As for the spices used: Sea salt, granulated garlic, turmeric and cumin -because I can't cook without cumin. And let us not forget a breath of crushed habenero.

What else... Oh yes, there is a French baguette, organic Mozzarella cheese and my latest favorite, some Pecorine Romano Genuine Fulvi (Sheep's milk -Italian.)

Like love, cooking requires attention, and in the end you get what you've put into it.

Be well and don't be afraid to experiment when in the kitchen.

Don't worry and be ready to let your inner alchemist shine through

I was born...

with Venus too close to the spirit, and ever since, she's been part of my life...
From my first cry as a new born, she's been by my side.

As an infant, she held me to her bosom and allowed me to feed of her essence. Being who she is, Venus knew very well that I would become addicted, and as such, a subject to her every whim... and so today, I have to thank her... for the good and the bad, the sweet and the bitter, and everything that comes in between.

I see her everywhere, in the wind and the trees, in motion as much as in stillness. She rules the realms of the living, or at least mine. I know that she can be as bitter and cruel as she is loving and playful. She could tear me into pieces, scatter my remains to the four corners of oblivion. I've seen it all done to others, and I've lived with her at the edge of Passion.

Likely thus far, in my case, Venus has been the most teasing of playmates. She always finds me and always finds her way past my half-erected defenses. She can tell I am hers. She can tell I am completely, irremediably, infected by her poisonous touch. She is my opium, and I've been known to be a compulsive abuser.

Just like everyone else, I'm a bundle of dichotomies thrown together, in the Alchemist's heated cauldron. The surfer in me is her favorite. The serious worker is the one she cannot stand. The Alchemist stirs, while she and I dance between union and separation. Ours is a lifelong drama... When will it end? Only the Alchemist can decide.

Meanwhile, she teases and pulls and lures and inspires, and I, and I... am all hers.

Be well and make sure you do not upset her too much.

A drifting leaf in the streets of Madison -catch it if you can

What is it that...

makes me tick, break, and lose control? Is it fear of hurting others? Cowardice? I wonder at times, what keeps me so quietly subdued, when a storm is raging within. Why choose the brakes instead of the accelerator? Is it wisdom? Is it apathy?

I wonder and wonder, feeling the whole of creation passing by, fleeting through the voids of inaction, between those grains of truthfulness we are all capable of -even I, even I...

Well, in any case, I awoke, perhaps later than than what the 'ideal' would have required, given my disposition at feeling whole under the sun, especially when the streets are still untarnished by the pollution of all that is man-made.

There was so much that could have been achieved while I remained in bed, like a blind fool unaware of how precious 'Being' is...

As you can see, I'm still trying to readjust... So hard on myself... as I should be... no more, no less...

Maybe you can understand, maybe you can relate...

Be well, and always try to do what feels right for you.

Inspiration...

comes at the least adequate of times, especially when I'm driving, words begin forming and flowing, the music is just right, and traffic isn't too bad. Then, I thought of Noelle and the protagonist of 'Y.' I thought of him especially, sitting in that cemetery, alone, in the middle of the night. I thought of him lighting up a cigarette, brand undetermined, and taking his first drag.
Inhale, inhale, and then hold, hold, and hold, make the moment last a little longer, feel her substance, the idea of her, the concept of the two of you, somewhere, once, together, let it fill your lungs, your throat, your belly, your mind, for just another second, you know that every flame has to die, and in the end, you always end up in darkness.
You're thinking of her, back then, and your mind is a jumble of memories, of textures, of emotional grooves and dips. Your mind is rolls and rolls and rolls of dialogues and impressions thrown all together in the most careless of ways, as if a storm had gone through your head.
Pull one, or pull the other, take a peak, you never know what will surface, a dip of cheek, the glow of her smile, the arch of an eyebrow, the grin, the wink, the subtlest set of wrinkles, happiness expressed, intimacy lived, sharing, accomplices lost in the game of passion, the glow of life, the gleaming reflection of daylight over the familiarity of her perfect skin, the play of shadows over her delicately shimmering features, the maddeningly sensuous look only she can give, the glow of life, the subtlety of intimacy...
You feel like melting, like falling in love over and over again, but the light goes and darkness settles in once again. Each visited memory of her is a matchstick lit in total despair, your hand is too shaky, and your way too lost. You glimpse joy, but behind, darkness and sorrow are always awaiting...
So I drove back home, and feeling ripe and fertile still, good for the mountain top, I turned on my laptop, put the right kind of music, and being all alone, a perfect setting for the hermit within, I signed in and began typing...
As for the picture, it was taken in Barcelona, at night.
Be well and if you can try to step out of your comfort zone -it might just be what you exactly need.


You take another drag, the tip glows, beyond that it is all darkness.

Something, I meant to say...

on behalf of all those characters I carry within....
Fiends are attractive beings, perhaps, for the very reason that I happen to be bent the wrong way, away from righteousness and deep morality, a bit closer to the devil and his entourage... I've always been attracted to the darker side of humanity's doings and undoings, and let us not forget that I once was a creature of the night -much to my surprise. Now, standing at the edge of my very will, I tip one way then the other, waiting for a push, the breeze, a feathery word, to settle the matter once and for all...
This is meant to go in one of those novels I am supposed to be working on... until then, here it is for you to read and savor.
What is it I wrote? What is it I meant?
We are riddles, at some degree
We are poems, whether we like it or not
Be well, and do not waste too much time online, especially if the sun is out for you right now.

More dreams...

I'll begin somewhere in the middle, since I've lost whatever happened prior to the dismemberment. Yes, dismemberment, as I lost the tip of my middle finger, traipsing in unknown grounds, when suddenly, something, a weird furry animal, came out of the bushes, by some murky river. The thing jumped and swallowed my hand whole. I resisted, but resistance was futile. It looked like a hideous furry fish, or a bat, or something in between...
I was spider-man, robbing powerful people, with vigilant guards, for a living. I clung to the walls, but I was spotted by some sentinel... There was a partner and she was in it too... It is now too blurry...
Then, I was chased by a raging lion, a mad beast bent on destruction. I escaped by train, but there just wasn't any way out of the situation. The lion kept on catching up with us, yes us... We'd started as a group, but the at some point I was the only one left, I jumped in a train, but the train was a bus, and the bus driver decided to take on a slow tour, up a staircase -with the bus- ... toward a mosque, where his helper had decided they should pray...
Given that I needed to get out of town, this detour was highly inconvenient, and the beast was getting closer, closer...
The bus got stuck, of course, and we had to finish the climb to the top of the staircase, which cut through a rising garden, past a cow, the only cow in the dream, and up to the upper level of that town, where the mosque and other buildings were...
That is where the lion caught up with me, after maiming a great number of unlucky extras...
I had planned to stand at the edge of the hill, face him, wait for him to jump, to duck under and watch him fall to a sure end, sort of like in a cheesy serie-B action packed adventure movie -I'm sure you've seen at least one.
Plans change and we ended up wrestling, while having a telepathic dialogue, in which i found out that 1) it was pointless trying to poke his eyes, as the lion was already blind, 2)The lion wanted just to be accepted by me, and all those it had killed along the way -This lion obviously needed to work on 'his' social skills...
Anyway, I am sure there is much to learn out of all this, and I am surely determined to get to the bottom of all of this cryptic messaging

Strange dream, revisited...

I read the previous post and I have to say that...

No that's not how it happened. First, I walked away from the group of old surfing friends, pulled by a desire to see, find, discover. I urge them to follow, but they were caught in some sort of curious exchange. I walked up the rocky ascending side of a hill. The background was black, white and all sorts of subdued colors, grays mostly.

I could hear the ocean's breath and was heading to meet it. The hill in front of me was round and full at the top, and I'd say, at some point I experienced a sort of fear. I looked back. I wished my friends were next me, I wished I were among them...

Then I'm not sure, but everything began spinning around me, as if I was about to lose consciousness. My legs could no longer hold my dream-self. I let go and, I think it was then that the wild figure, half naked man, emaciated, strong, exuding power appeared... It is all a blur now.

Anyway, I ended up in his dwelling, where he'd taken me... I felt imprisoned, but I am not sure I was. I remember him showing me a backdoor that led to the edge of a rocky cliff. He jumped off, bouncing against the vertical facade all the way down, and climbed back up unscathed.

I remained in his dwelling, looking for a way out, obeying his orders, serving him the way a maid would. I don't recall any type of bound besides what I now can describe as fear. Fear of what? the consequences of desobedience, maybe... Or fear of facing the outside world.

There was a window from which I could look outside. The world was down there, far below, and I think there really wasn't a way down, and if there was one, it must have been rather perilous...

At some point, as I was working in the kitchen, doing some cleaning chores, pondering how I would escape, while my wild captor, or intimidating host, was out, a woman appeared, a neighbor, if I am recollecting correctly, and somehow, her appearance gave me ideas and hope regarding my attempt at regaining my freedom...

Now prior to escaping, I remember having worked out a plan, I woke up. It was a few minutes after four in the morning. The dream was so vivid, I thought there would be no problem remembering it whole. This was a mistake.

I once read that one should always keep pen and paper at reach in case such an impressive dream is experienced. The idea seemed fairly wise, yet I wasn't prepared.

Nonetheless, I have been thinking about what I'd felt throughout this journey, and I'd say that, with the help of a wise friendly voice, I've managed to perhaps glimpse certain meanings...

Then again, and as it should be with dreams, it is all a matter of interpretation.

Be well, and if you can, try to pay close attention to what happens in your dreams.

Strange dream...

I became dizzy. The world span, rose and fell around me. I lost my bearing on my friends... Then I was abducted and made a servant... go figure.

From Madison...

Monday, 11 am, from the Memorial library computer center... I'm running out of time. I'm running period. The sky is gray, overcast, while rain comes and goes... I have an interview at the University for an administrative job in less than forty-five minutes. My car is at the shop; it will cost me about a grand later on today. Money is being siphoned out of my purse at an disastrous velocity. Can I begin panicking now?

I'll soon start personal training at Harbor Athletic Club... The plan is to do a few orientations and maybe get a client or two before the month ends. My platform is an healthier and fun approach to fitness. My method is a bit eastern, a bit modern...

Otherwise, there isn't much going on, besides mom's broken ankle...

And before I forget, pictures from the trip are coming pretty soon to a monitor near you.

Be well, and if you can take a minute to count your blessings.

Cheers.

Where am I?

Strangely enough, in Madison... A few days ago, I was thousands of miles away from this very location, heading to India, and then further east. I had plans and ideas. I was on a mission, driven by a dream of greater things to come.

A dear friend saw this escapade out of the mundane as a journey with great transformational potential, and so did I -at least in the beginning. Then I left... Then I saw... and sure enough, transformation there was.

Anyway, as I was struggling to remain centered while, continuously on the move, trying my hardest to steer away from firmly established, and frustratingly encompassing, 'tourist circuits,' I was informed by email that my mom, who lives in Madison, broke her ankle...

In other words, I am back in Madison... Life is journey, and I still believe. As for the photos, I'm working on that.

Now, be well, and remember that all failures are learning experiences, as well as opportunities for even greater successes.

Live, try and attempt, and never, never dwell in doubt.

Technical difficulties...

Earlier today, I wrote a lengthy piece about all the little pebbles I've been encountering on this journey of mine. Then, I went to preview the post, as I usually do prior to publishing them... somehow, this time, I'd say distracted by my surroundings, I closed the browser. A decent half hour of thinking and writing was irreversibly lost in less than a second.

Now, instead of reliving the past, I will simply say that, there was much introspective depth in what I'd written -and I just wish you'd been there to read it. Unfortunately, with my nack at deleting spontaneously inspired work, your validation will not be an option.

Life is journey, but I am no longer that carefree surfer who roamed the globe with miraculous ease. I've changed, as much as everything and everyone else. There is much to lament on, but I choose to steady my resolve and to keep the dream alive...

Life is a journey, enjoy it step by step, moving at your own tune, being yourself, never afraid to aim for the stars, and even higher...

I hope to meet you where the roads come together,

Until then, be well, and if you can stay on the sunny side of the road

Casblanca

The hardest part about being in Casa is that all keyboards use AZERTY. I am having the hardest of times communicating.

After that; there is just that other unimportant issue of me bieng unable to find a place where to stay. Everyone I knew is out of town. They either moved out of the country; or they are traveling at the moment.

Then; there is my inability to download the pictures I have taken thus far. As you can see; I cannot figure out the ponctuation on these keybords.

Anyway; I am trying to leave... so I have to keep this post as short as possible.

The trip by the way is going just as it was unplanned.

You all be well.