There’s no explanation for it. Nothing in my past to suggest this would happen. My rather large extended family has been having a tough time grasping the concept but I’m at my absolute happiest living in a village in rural Costa Rica. Spent several hours yesterday preparing my workshops for the upcoming retreat at TheContinue Reading A Walk Through My Neighborhood in San Buenas

The Spanish word for smile is sonrisa, a word I love because it reminds me of sunrise, an incredible metaphor for both. Is a smile like a sunrise or is a sunrise like a smile? (That’s a simile, I know.) (A word I also love because it looks similar to smile.) I awoke a fewContinue Reading The Spanish Word for Smile Sounds Like Sunrise

I’m lonely in paradise. Naively, I thought 3 months in Costa Rica would be like Hemingway’s ‘A Movable Feast’ or like any of the Beat Generation writers living in Mexico City or Morocco. Instead it was like ‘Walden’ by Henry David Thoreau. I’ve spent an incredible amount of time alone in communication with nature. OftenContinue Reading If You Love Somebody, Bring Them to Paradise

My Christmas Eve in Paradise I am house-sitting where you belong. This place belongs to you, dear Reader. Do you understand? I’m merely the gatekeeper, the house-sitter of YOUR paradise and I’m in bliss. Again, I repeat. It is Christmas Eve in Costa Rica and I’m in bliss. And this experience, belongs to you. MadeContinue Reading My Christmas Eve in Paradise