Working like an Immigrant

Woke in the morning to the sound of birds. Worked all day clearing out this huge dirty room to set up the gallery for Renato's show. I thought I'd be organic farming? Turns out I'm probably performing tomorrow. Speaking to Lily, this is exceptional for the event. Mexican's are HARD workers--or maybe it's just these people but they certainly put in a good day's work. Connection to the construction and garden work Latino and Mexican people do in the states? They truly have a gift for getting hard labor done. Check out Renato's work www.RenatorDorfman.Com

I'm living in paradise here--a rugged paradise ;). I wake up in the morning to the sound of trees nature surrounding me. To the scuptures set up all around the garden. I eat food as much off the land as I can get. Everyone is off doing something creative whenever they get the spare chance or in their daily lives. I am such a city girl--bought fruit today while Lily buys everything she needs to cook delicious meals with. I am lost in that department having spent 4 years in Boston on my school's campus.

Went to the ocean today--the water is clear and blue and warm. I walked in. Rarely any waves. Could've spent hours in there. I floated, played, swam. I sang and thanked the ocean over and over for this moment. My subconscious keeps asking for nature to heal me. As it asked the ocean. I remember my surf instructor 2 years ago. I took one lesson from him. He was extremely goodlooking --a lovely day spent falling face first into waves-quite without grace or poise. I remember him looking out into the ocean, saying, "I feel closer to God when I'm in here." At the moment, I hadn't the clue what he meant though it did make him sound sexier in the moment. Now, I got it.

I'm missing home a lot and Mid May at this time of year. The unknown is thrilling but tiring after a while. Or maybe, I just need to strike a balance within myself so I can be in tune with it. I wish I had more time to write but internet is difficult here...and awkward.